I could see her slipping a finger or two into her pussy lips and go back to staring at the non-existent moon. I knew that she was masturbating because...at sixteen I did that a lot, especially after I watched her get ready for bed. When she was through she would walk over to her chest of drawers and pick out a nightie to wear to bed. On hot nights like this she would pick out a thin short one to put on with a thin robe too. Then the curtains and drapes would be drawn shut and the light would be. "I'd like your permission to search the vehicle, sir," the policeman said."I don't own the car," Andy reiterated. "As you've heard, one of the owners is on his way out. If he's willing to allow it, I have no problem with it. But that decision has to come from him." If you have nothing to hide, then I don't see the problem," the officer said."The problem is that you haven't given me any reasonable explanation as to why you chose to stop me," Andy replied. "Just since we've been sitting here,. She did. She was sitting facing her husband but her head was turned back towards me. I put my hands on her waist just under her shirt. Her skin was smooth and warm. I moved in closed and nibbled on her ear, then let my tongue slide across her cheek and find its way into her mouth. My hands were exploring her belly and creeping slightly down past her belt line. I was obviously afraid to put my hands down her shorts, I felt like that was a step that I needed further invitation to. Ted. That seems to assuage the fears in her mother." Yes, sir," Robert said, "I have already noticed that she tends to see the worst in situations, and worries a lot. And yes — some hugging and long kisses tend to make her feel better."When Roger had gone, Robert and Karen had a lot to talk about. It went on for some time, before more urgent things took their place. Then there was no time or breath for talking.Sunday morning after rising late, Robert insisted that they go outside, so that they could.