When she leaned against her husband to rest, it would push against her hip. I told her I had no problem with that. As she leaned toward her husband, h...er dress slid up even higher on her thighs. I saw her looking at me checking out her ass. She just gave me a little smile.I put my hand on my thigh. By then Anna's butt was up against me. I couldn't help but move my hand against her naked upper thigh. She felt so soft. I figured if she complained that I would just apologize seeing she was pressed. She felt foolish. He was just a grouchy old man. He probably felt as alone as she did. There was no evidence there was a Mrs. Richards, but the glimpses that Ginny had gotten of the living room of that unit around Mr. Richards’s retreating back showed definite signs of a woman’s taste and touch. Ginny went into the second bedroom that she was using as a workroom and sat down to work on the latest doll she was making. Ginny didn’t make dolls for play, she made elaborate historical period dolls. Instead, he focused on what he knew how to do. He thought about the backstory she’d given him. “So, Corva’s not in contact with her family? She can’t rely on them or their name to get her out of trouble if she goes all murderhobo?”Casey laughed. “No. But, she’s not really the sort to go ... uh, ‘murderhobo.’ She’s mercenary, not psychotic. Chaotic-neutral. She likes to keep a low profile. She’s afraid her father will send someone to bring her home and lock her away if she somehow besmirches the. "How's it goin', study buddy!" she said, reaching in for a hug."Pretty much the most awesome weekend ever," I said. I wrapped my arms around her back, over her arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest again. I could definitely get used to hugging this chick. I couldn't resist the urge and looked down to see two massive orbs mashed together. It was motorboat city down there. I looked up to see her looking into my eyes, smiling. It would appear I had been caught in the act."Eyes up here perv,".