There is a lot ofcaressing and stroking. The sensation of their handsstroking each others skin, even through the clothing,sends thrills through both o...f them. The TV is neverturned on again.George sees Lisa nearly every day. They become devotedto each other. The opportunity George had resolved totake advantage of does not materialize. Althoughsomewhat frustrated and with blue balls, he is happy tobe in love with this beautiful creature. Nighttimefinds him dreaming of Lisa and stroking himself. One day while texting….Me- var, would you mind if I ask you something?Her- not at all.. When have I ever? Go ahead.Me- dont you think its weird to be extra affectionate for each other? Like, I am not saying I dont like it but…….She took her time, but eventually, replied… Her- I was gonna ask you the same question some day or the day, especially after the way you brush your hands on my curves..…I was so ashamed and felt guilty but it wasnt a big deal, we did talk about these stuffs…Me- you. "Yes!" I replied meekly, looking from her to my mates, some of whom were also sat at the long table. To be honest, I was wondering what kind of a practical joke the guys had set me up for this time."I wonder if you would mind giving us some privacy, gentlemen?" she'd said, turning to the rest of the guys. "Mr Moore and I have something rather unpleasant and personal to discuss."As they'd already finished their meals, the guys politely acquiesced to Sonya's request and left the table promptly.. "Darling, I'm exhausted. Would you mind driving Abigail home?" Mrs. Wallace asked her husband. "Of course not, you ready to go, Abbey?" He asked with a warm smile. I melted. I've had a crush on Mr. Wallace since I was a teenager. Hell, I think he was probably one of the reasons I still agreed to babysit from time to time. He was always so handsome and well dressed. If he knew some of the fantasies I've had about him while alone in my dorm room. "Abbey?" He repeated. "Oh! Um, yes, Mr. Wallace..