TV: Yes ... you’ve had some collisions with lapped race cars.Abbie: Not that I’m accusing any one ... but it seemed strange that it was always the...same driver who wrecked me.TV: Ah yes, Not to name names but that particular driver has always been very vocal about women drivers and their inappropriateness out of the kitchen.Abbie had been scanning the spectators ... I watched her eyes pass over me and travel on ... and snap back.UhOh ... eye contact. Fuck!Abby stopped talking. She handed her. They were all good kids and nobody got too rowdy. I am sure there were some hook ups and sex but nothing out in the open. My son eventually made it to my bed late in the night without anyone seeing. He was too drunk though and fell asleep.I woke up with the sun and made my way out of the room alone. I went to the kitchen to make coffee and went out on the deck. This was my favorite thing to do here. The sunrise across the lake was spectacular. I was in a big tshirt I often used as a. I walked up the steps, on my walk of shame. When I got up there, I went into my room. There she was, sitting in my desk chair. "Sit down," she said, gesturing to the bed. Again, I complied. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, my palms sweating, more nervous than I'd ever been in my entire life. What was she going to say? Was she going to lecture me?"There's no reason to act like I saw anything," she said. "We can keep this between us, and bury it. Pretend it never happened. Okay?" Okay," I. Caleb recalled how good she felt, how perfect the woman felt. He remembered cumming almost instantly inside her, having never ejaculated so hard and powerfully before.Caleb took a step back, his mother still crying, and left her bedroom. He quietly closed her door and went to his room.-6-They managed not to see each other for a week. They kept to their rooms, Amy crying mostly in hers; Caleb numb, still in shock in his.He cursed himself for giving into peer pressure; he cursed her for being.