They’re getting sort of damp, and you don’t want to walk around like that for the rest of the day.”“Yes, sir, take them off and keep touching ...e!” she begged. “It feels so good!”He pulled her hips back a little, leaving her bent over the desk. He unsnapped them, then pulled them down over her ass and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, leaving her naked from the waist down.Now his whole hand was rubbing her pussy, his fingers gliding through the reddish curls, then parting her. Mom threw me the keys to the car and said “You drive Danny, I have a splitting headache.”So I hopped behind the wheel and began the nearly hour and a half drive to Aunt Marsha’s house. Aunt Marsha was a bit eclectic, not really pretty, but she had a rack that needed turn signals. I do not know her measurements but ‘busty’ does not do her justice.As mom closed her eyes to fend off her head ache, I reminisced about the last time we visited Aunt Marsha’s house. Mom hugged her sister and then Aunt. I’m actually a bigger baseball fan than a hockey fan. But I have to have something to do during the Winter!”“Good point. I’m into football and racing. But racing is the best!”We continued on in the Aquarium until we’d seen all the creatures and then headed back to the car. We still had a few hours before I’d be ready to eat.“Well, we have a couple of hours to kill, what do you want to do?”She giggled, “Well...”“Stephie, can I ask you a personal question?”“I suppose. I can’t promise I’ll answer,. The psychiatrist delved into the woman's mind, until she was convinced there was nothing else hidden. In the end, other than the normal disappointments that all people suffer, the only real trauma was related to the two incidents in Lacey's life that most people don't have to deal with.Lacey herself didn't really notice any improvement. She still knew she had killed Gilbert Kinneson, and she still felt as though she had done something wrong, but slowly, the lack of condemnation for the act.