A good sissy he was as dinner was always ready whatever time I arrived home. My friends would see me out alone and on my way home several hours after ...work had ended. I know they had their thoughts about what I was doing but no one ever asked me face to face. That is except one person...that was my bff. Linda was my best friend forever. We were more like sisters, and my own sister would call Linda "our" sister. Linda had seen me one night on my way home from a date. She asked me how everything. He took my face into his hands, lifted my head, gave a nice and gentle kiss on my lips, and left me. He went to the main door, locked it, came back, took me into his hands, took me to our bedroom, locked it, and threw me onto bed. He removed his shirt and vest. I was shocked seeing his six-pack body. He jumped on me and kissed me all over my face. He removed the clip of saree pallu and threw it aside. He pressed my boobs, took my left boob into his mouth, and started to squeeze my right boob. I. I had moved to a neighboring city to get a fresh start, but we were still close enough that I kept a lot of the same friends (like Jennifer) and Stacy could see her father when it was his turn to have her. Roger and I were sociable, for Stacy's sake, but we were never close like we once were.Now that Stacy was a teenager, she had the typical teen problems and concerns, but she also had this attitude–I blame her father more than her. I know that he has his new girlfriend (she isn't that much. And speaking of that, I have you down for around the same time next year. It’s March 15th instead of the 10th. Let me know if I need to change anything.”“That should be fine,” Tom said. “Kurt? Steve?”We both nodded our approval.“Did you guys have any plans,” Katy asked, “or is this just a usual lazy three-day weekend?“Just a long, relaxing weekend where we’re away from it all!” I said.“Katy, can I sleep in your room?” Birgit asked.“Yes, Sweetie, Amy and I thought you would want to. Steve, what.