I wanted to hold her and tell her “I’m sorry” but I knew any apologies would be of little comfort to her. The moment she was free of my embrace,...she rolled to the other side of the bed, and got up. She hurried to the bathroom, where I heard a bath being drawn, and quiet crying. My guilt kept me in bed, hoping she would come back, so that I could muster some sort of apology.It must have been an hour or more later when she came back to bed, and even then she stayed well out of reach of my soft,. . this..."I'm doin' my best, Darlin'," Harmon muttered, deliberately misunderstanding her. He kissed the back of her neck and she whined; her hands couldn't seem to decide whether to push at the hand on her breast, manipulating her nipple, or to hold it in place. She staggered a bit on the clothing bunched at her ankles and ended up extricating a foot -- and spreading her stance, granting Harmon further access. Nothing stopped him -- and everything she did made things worse ... or better,. He took us round the track five times, starting slowly, he told us that was basically the speed we would be driving on normal roads, because we were on a track which was a lot wider than anything other than a freeway, plus there were no other cars on it, we didn’t have the same sensation of speed.He told us the best lines to go into each corner, the marker points to help get the car’s braking point right, depending on how fast we were travelling. Each lap he got progressively faster till the. I reached my hand out and grazed her cheek with it, moving it to her neck and down slowly, cupping her soft breast which felt like fire as my heart raced.I rubbed her nipple gently in my palm, not knowing what to do, but her sigh told me it was fine. I moved my head to her neck and kissed it and licked it gently, moving it along her collarbone and over her mound to her red hot tip, licking it and sucking on it gently.I lowered my hand to her stoumach and rubbed it sweetly in circles, building.