There was a short pause as she considered the request. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no idea why you get turned do...n. “Just for a bit.” Was the gentle reply.I lifted the blankets, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the dark, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my mother thought I was asleep. The sobbing started again so I put my arm around her to try to comfort. These were like emergency procedures, but girl survived. Her mother also came to the sauna and said: „Krista, this was too much even for you. Please, no more risk like this.“When she was again being „resurrected“, we were ready to go back in the city, which situated 60 km from here. I was only person, who drove back and Krista joined me, because she had to go to for two days prior returning school to visit his father, who was divorced from Krista’s father. In the car I had possibility to ask. We made out for what seemed like an hour when I felt his hand reach for my stomach. His hand ran up and down my body very slowly. I felt his hand starting to move closer to my tits. I was very nervous. My stomach started feeling very empty and like I had a million butterflies in it. I was wearing a V-Neck tee-shirt that fit very tight. His hand finally reached my breast. By this time I was getting very aroused. I was starting to feel things in my body that I had never felt before.He stopped. The barbershop was a classic, barber pole outside, straight edge shaving, and great conversation. Although there were four chairs, Joe only had one other barber, Tom. I had tried him, the one time Joe had taken a vacation and I’d really needed a trim. He was good, but Joe was an artist. Two weeks ago Joe told me that Tom was leaving and he was looking for a replacement. He asked me what I thought about women barbers. I said I guessed it depended on how good they were at cutting hair. Joe.