"No." she said. "That's over." Only her face showed the depth of her emotions."Hell, Helen, I'm sorry. Last time you mentioned it, it was almost a jok.... Something happened, and you've been hurt."Helen got up from the table and walked to the wall of the balcony. She stood looking over the beach and sea for a moment or two. The trees in the campground were almost fully leafed out and there were a few early-season campers; a few nude bodies on the beach. She turned and walked back to the table,. ’ Byron grinned and took the orchid from the refrigerated case. He reached for a box to put it in when Cynthia stopped him. ‘I’ll wear it out Byron,’ she said in a soft voice. He handed it to her and she fastened it to her dress. ‘There,’ she said brightly. ‘Now I have errands to run. Very nice to meet you Byron, will I see you again?’ ‘I’ll be here at least three more weeks Cynthia. It was nice meeting you too.’ She smiled, showing perfect white teeth, and then was gone. Byron watched. I hadn’t gone back to visit my neighbor – Edward – and Alfred, the sweet dog, hadn’t come to see me again either. And that was just as well, as I was still shaken by what the old man had said and what he had offered. My spirit was high as I walked towards the beauty parlor, but just as I was about to cross the last bit of road, I was pushed violently out into the traffic, just barely managing to avoid being hit by a car that came to a screeching stop. I managed to stay upright, but had to. I let out a little moan upon my mother’s leaking nipple as her hand got closer to my hot wet slit. I could not wait for her hand to touch me.Her fingers found my wet pink slot easily. Up and down my fleshy smooth fold I felt mom’s finger slide ever so delicately. My wetness covered her finger as I felt her spread my natural lubricant over my delicate divide. “Oh Bridgette, my daughter, you are so very wet and sensually delicate. I’d love to taste your juices; feel your inner goodness flow down.