It was pretty clear who had won that round, and it wasn't Troy.Even so, Jason hadn't been sorry to shake hands with his stocky, solid, dark-haired son..., a handshake that morphed into a hug without any difficulty. He hadn't seen much of the kid over the last three and a half years, mostly holidays and when he stopped off on the way through from one place to another. Unless a miracle happened it was likely he was going to see even less of him in the future unless he wanted to spend a lot of time. Suddenly the door banged behind me, I pulled my hand out quickly. Who was that? I thought, maybe Uncle Tom had been watching? I jumped from the bed and dressed quickly my panty's were soaking wet but I kept them on anyway. I run out the door without my coat only to be met with pouring rain, by the time I got to grandpas I looked like I’d entered a wet T-shirt competition. As I got to the door it opened and a man in a boiler suit came out, he smiled at me while openly staring at my wet tits. Reaching around me, you take a hold of one nipple and pinch it, squeezing and tugging on it. You know how much I love my nipples played with and that it will distract me from your other finger. Feeling the spasms moving from my nipple down to my pussy makes me sigh loudly and my tension subside. You immediately feel it too, and push your fingertip into my ass. I gasp sharply and move forward as much as I can to avoid further penetration, but I have no where to go. You have me literally pinned. Criminal -- a pervert!... For askin' you such a thing! And now I wake up and you -- you got my -- Jesus Christ, girl!"Well I felt real bad about how Bill was carrying on about what I'd done. And I couldn't find the words, y'know, to tell him what I'd been thinking, when I'd done it. So I just said "I'm sorry, Bill," and I went and got Timmy and carried him out to the car, him still asleep, and put him in the back seat.And old Bill, he followed me out there, but didn't say nothing else. But when.