Then I felt her neck with the excuse of touching her tattoo under the left ear. The little red heart was hidden by her earlobe and it wasn’t visible...from the front. I told her that it was pretty. She said she wanted to go to the beach and get another tattoo on her arm. I told her it was not safe on the beach, she can get one in the studio on the main road.My daughter-in-law wore my son’s shirt again and we both walked to the tattoo place. There she removed her shirt and lay on the tattoo chair. ." feeling my fingers delve deeperinto me, fingering my clit as I feel my butt become more like a pillow,my scalp tingling as I feel locks of hair fall against my chest andshoulders. I open my eyes and look at my body, my foot up against thewall, with pink nail polish, a slender hand massaging my c cup breastand my long rich auburn hair pooling in the water next to me as I feelmyself give in to the pleasure, as I start screaming feeling myself goover the top..."OHHH GOD YES!" as I feel my first. I treasured the memories of those conversations though… no matter how trivial they were. His voice would lull me to sleep at night and I’d wake up thinking of his bashful little smiles. There was one incident about that time that escalated things even more. We played a game at a graduation-committee party, hosted at a public park one evening in late April. Even now I don’t remember all the rules of the game, except for the one that said if your name was called, you had to sit in the lap of the. The woods were comforting and smelled of clean air with the slightly musty odor of decomposing leaves rising up from under my feet.The clearing was just as I remembered it, though in shades of brown and gray rather than the green I was used to, the earth squishy from the melted snow. I laid the plastic side of the picnic blanket down, took off my shoes and sat cross-legged in the middle, the other blanket across my lap.It was very peaceful, the sounds of a Western Meadowlark echoing through the.