She was not much happier when she went to work the next morning and seeing Duncan did not help because although she so wanted him again sexually she k...pt mentally telling herself no. Then she would mentally convince herself that because she had done it once, well three times actually, doing it again, again and again, would make no difference.Duncan was confused because although he was happy enough for Carol to decide how to proceed, if at all, in her own time she was actually being a bit cold. As I soaked in the tub, I shaved my legs and underarmsso my body would be nice and smooth for my big night.Alone in my room, I began my preparations for my first big formaldance. After smoothing some lotion on my body, I slipped on my robe andsat down at my vanity to apply my makeup. Although I've done thishundreds of times already, tonight felt different. I took extra time tomake sure my makeup looked flawless. I carefully blended my foundationto cover my one pimple near my chin. I applied. She would probably be given a leniency because of me. She would be pitied to an extent. If I knew they were going to count my assault as part of her punishment, I would have made her look like Corey.Dad said they were fighting it though, making sure that what I did to her played no role in the judge’s decision.I sat locked in my room for a week. Camryn’s parents forbade me from even touching their lawn. Her mother seamed more sympathetic to me, but her father, her father hated me. I hated. Her breasts, still in the low cut bra, were firm and high, her waist slender and smooth. Her hips flared seductively and her legs were trim and shapely. Not bad for thirty-eight, she thought, wondering how shed compare to the porno actresses that Brad was watching. The memory of her sons huge cock pumping to the sex video sent a shiver through her and she reached inside her bra and pinched her nipples, arousing them to erection, then moved a hand to her silky panties, rubbing her slit through.