I claw until I feel blood well on the surface. I know in the morning I will find bruises and sores and hope that the scars will be reminders. Remindin... me to stop all these stupid feelings and go back to normal. I fall asleep, assuring myself that I will be a cold bitch once again and all will be right in the world.She turns to you and her fingers run down your jawline. You kiss the top of her head and she leaves you. as she shuts your door, you hear her gently whisper a thank you. you lie flat. As I moved my palms on her tummy she felt ticklish and smiled and moved her body it was turning her on and also keeping it fun. I slowly removed her hoody and hooked it the latch of the door and ran my fingers on her back giving it a feather touch.She has a black padded bra on which was a contrast to her wheatish skin, I moved my hands closer to her breasts and felt them over the bra they were firm and waiting to be touched.She had closed her eyes just enjoying the pleasure of my hand over her. . well... we decided against that. We kept our distance when not in the cart and while IN the cart, made it a point not to talk "toward" one another.I had on a pair of navy colored shorts and a black tank, with thin, blue straps over my shoulders. Kelly wore pale blue shorts and a cute, plaid, cotton blouse, tailored to her figure, with short, rounded "tails" front and back. With every swing that either of us took, our bare midriffs were shown. I watched Kelly nearly every swing, with each. Hell, what were we thinking?. These were teenagers. The parents is one thing to fantasize but the Teens are another. Maybe it is the innocence of it all. The summer went pretty quickly. It was in July that I came home from work early and saw David leaving the house a little later than usual. When I went inside Becky was in the shower and I noticed the covers turned back on the bed. I also noticed a huge wet spot in the center of the sheet. The shower turned off and I quickly ran back downstairs.