Then he asked:I - "Can you touch a breast ....?"sister - "of course" (slightly shy for)I touched her chest, then decided to go back to the ass and the...n did not even ask, but just dropped my hands on the ass and began to touch it, after a couple of seconds, I stood behind it and continued to touch it, then lightly pressed to the butt of his standing member in his pants and took her by the chest, she felt my standing member, so, after he pressed against her, she said:sister - "oo ... to me?"I -. I knew if he came back later, I would be his again. A voice called for me to bring out some food. I quickly set up a tray and trying to regain my composure walked back into the living room. The TV was off and all four of them were leering at me openly. I looked back at them and realized that Stan had told them all what had just happened. I shrank back into the kitchen but Jim barked at me to stop. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “Just back into the kitchen,” I replied, fear. I would hate to see that again. I love Sam and respect him and what he has done. He is partly responsible for me being able to maintain this home for the girls. Without his help, I would have had to close long ago. I don't know what should happen to him, but I do not think he should go to jail or even be charged. If he was, all the people who work for him would be affected as well. I have no doubt that the company would fold. There would be such a scandal that nobody would dare use his service,. " Kenton said."Yeah sure let me ask my parental figures." i said.----Kenton was my best friend for about 4 years. He lived on the east side and i was more central Manhattan. we always hung out and the summer was no exception. It was never dull going to his house. When i finally got to his building, i buzzed up to the 4th floor. His dad was some exec and they had an entire two floor loft. It wasn't bad that he was rich, it just meant he had good food and a nice tv. Kenton greeted me at the.