“I’m not tired,” she complained, but he stopped, anyway. “Those straps around your boots aren’t chafing your feet, are they?”“Mr. Morale...,” she said, emphasizing the word, then with her hands on her hips while pretending to be exasperated, “I’m a big girl – and married,” she finished a bit quieter. “I am not going to break, My Love.”“I just don’t want...”Grabbing him, she kissed him hard – in more ways than one. “Let’s go. As they say, ‘daylight’s burning.’”They started again, but as he had. As I was dreaming about that taut behind, Caitlin looked over her shoulder at me. I raised my eyes to meet hers. At first, I was surprised by how tan she had gotten over the first half of the summer. The contrast between her dark skin and light blonde hair was stark and her eyes took on a brilliant shade of blue, like the ocean behind her. Her exotic eyes, however, seemed to be scolding me for staring at her ass, while the poutiness of her gorgeous lips added a naughty schoolgirl quality to her. She said she knew that. She asked if I thought it would be okay for her to kiss you. I said I thought it would."I do know one thing. If Dad treats these kids like he treated us, I just may end up in jail for killing him." Amen to that."Rich was my passenger for the ride home. He slept the half hour it took. Dad stayed at the trailer with Andrea, and I took the kids down Western Avenue to their home. I didn't go in. Let them be the ones to tell Mom and Sandy that their father was in town.The. Why can’t I think like George when it is happening to me? Heather is still talking quietly so Tabitha snaps back to reality and starts tugging the skirt down. The girl grabs at them, telling Tabitha to stop, but she isn’t holding them tightly or speaking loudly. The skirt slips over her hips and Tabitha pushes them down to the girl’s knees.She puts her hands on Heather’s hips, just above her panties. Slipping her hand down, they slide between the girl’s skin and her panties. Tabitha holds them.