But I am leaving the goggles on. For a little while longer. Let your hands drop now. Relax."Daniella's arms dropped, loosely. Then she slowly crumpled...to the ground in a little heap. Like a puppet, whose strings had been cut -- underwater. Dropping down so slowly. So blissfully happy, drifting. She couldn't tell whether she was lying face up or face down. She opened her eyes, and saw leaves forming the name "Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." She couldn't tell if they were on the ground or in. “When we went go-kart riding!” My daughter bent her knees slightly and pushed her butt out towards me a little further as if she were trying to hide her head in shame. I asked her to elaborate as I gave her another on her fat little dumpling of a butt.She told me a story about how, when she revved up the go-cart, the metal vibrated and got the motor racing under HER hood. She said she creamed her jeans, and that was why she kept asking to ride it again.I remembered that night. My husband had. Her intentions were always impeccable at the outset, but her will power crumbled into dust from the touch of male lips on her person.The horny waiter sprinkled his customer with his seeds of lusty perversion and he made no effort to help put her back into innocent reflection. Of course, her hair was in ruins and that alone was enough to put the stamp of naughty behavior on her recent actions behind a closed door.The other patrons smiled at her appearance and tittered behind their fans and. As people assembled for the session, who walked in - coming right up front - was Granny! She came up - hugged me again - and took a seat in the front row. I had to tease her a bit with a, "Ahhh, I see you can't get along without me!" She briefly smiled, then wiggled her finger as though to bring me to her space. I leaned forward - she moved her face toward my ear - and said "That's Right!" Being so close, I then commented "Sorry if I stared earlier, but you are a great-looking woman wearing a.