"Then I decided that I ought to do something about it."Before Charley realized what he was doing he had pulled her against him, his hands pulling her ...robe apart and groping her tits. He continued to remove her robe as his cock hardened against her. He slipped the nylon off her shoulders and let it fall silently onto the carpet.The brunette gasped at the intensity with which he went after her nipples."My God!" she panted. "Take it easy, big stud! Hell, I'm as ready to fuck as you. Let's take it. "I think so, why do you ask?" I said"I don't know. It just seams that this relationship is headed for more thana friendship." she said."Oh my God mom, you think we're gay don't you?" I asked in disbelief."Come on Stacy, you've got to admit the two of you are very close. You'vechanged so much since you met Robin. You're happier, you're not depressedanymore and you definitely have the look of a girl in love." she laughedand said.'but mom, she's a girl." I said."Yeah so what? That doesn't mean. I would tend to touch my breasts through my clothing. One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skirt a little and let the fingers on one hand brush against my thigh. I’m still dressed, although, I may have unbuttoned my blouse by now. I do have sensitive nipples and they play a key role when I jill off. Laying back on the sofa, maybe I’ve kicked my shoes off, legs now apart, skirt further up. I couldn’t at the moment figure her out. I followed her out to the kitchen and sat at the table watching her. I could tell she was just going through the motions of living. Even when kissed the emotion had been minimal.Thinking back to when I was massaging her leg, outside of the joy of having the pain relieved, there was little emotion showing. She called me chicken when I didn’t follow up coming on to her when I could have easily have; not much there either. There was just no purpose in her.