I imagine, like those before her, pure tiredness. She gave up a little, not all at once, a little here, a little there. It became easier to not argue,...to not put up a fight. Because when she did, it only brought on more heartache to herself. The child, the woman, she, her… all being me. Sweet Jesus I wonder when I stopped caring. Why did I give up my fight? I wonder why I can’t see the light that is suppose to shine at the end of every tunnel? How did a woman so young in years grow to feel to. I took my empty dish to her and I could see tears on her face. I put my arm round her and asked why she was crying."I'm so sorry my love," she whispered "it was so wrong of me what we did last night, I'm a terrible mother." Don't be silly Mum, it was beautiful and was what I wanted to happen. You're the best Mum in the world and a very special friend now too." It's all wrong though, baby, and I'm sure quite illegal as well as immoral. If anyone finds out I'd probably go to jail, or at least. " Penny pulled her blouse out of the waistband of the skirt and took it off and stood there in her short skirt and white lacy bra. She looked to be a 'B' cup ... just the way he liked them."Turn around slowly. I want to see your bra from the front, the side and the back. Bend over. I want to see how your tits look in that bra when you bend over." When she did that he reached under her and fondled both tits in their cups, feeling their weight in the bra.'This guy is really weird' she thought to. Instead I saw revulsion and anger before she spoke, "Don't be ridiculous Daniel, no one does that!"To say that I was puzzled was an understatement, but I attempted a different method to get my own way. I told her I always thought she had a beautiful bottom and that I was sure she would enjoy it, I finished by assuring her that I would be gentle. That just caused her to blow up and told me to drop the idea, then she left without another word.To punish me, she didn't come to my bedroom for almost.