So take the blame yourself if you must lay blame. Go on your own private little guilt trip if you can’t admit it to me, but don’t lay it on me. Go...dnight.”Silence, then she turned onto her side facing my back. After a few moments, I could feel her crying.I turned over and took her in my arms.“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I was frightened. Sorry, sorry!”“All right,” I soothed. “Just get some sleep. We’re both tired.”She lifted her face for a kiss, which she got, then buried her head into my. Aunt Lori took out the lab top and Looked for a good website. We searched a lot of stuff, but finally picked a video. It was a movie about a guy fucking his sexy ass cousin. I noticed that Lauren was really turned on, I started to finger her. Lauren tired to keep her cool and pretend nothing was happening.An hour later, the movie was over. We went to the kitchen for some dinner. The girls were trying to figure out what to have. I noticed that Lauren was still masturbating, I walked up from. ”“True,” I replied.“I do have to say,” Jessica said, “that even with a night to think about it, I’m doubly surprised about Mary - both that she did, and that she said she won’t again.”“Probably won’t,” I corrected. “But it makes sense. She knows it can’t be anything permanent, and somewhere along the line, even before we had our heart-to-heart talks, she understood that to be close friends, we needed to bond. I suspect we’ll see her over holiday weekends, and whenever she has a few days off.. They had met on some training course ages ago. After a few minutes of the normal chatter, Janet casually asked about the traffic fine that had got Carol into this mess. "Did you ever pay that speeding fine," Janet asked looking totally innocent.Carol shuddered, remembering how she had told Janet about the original letter from the RTA advising her that she had been detected going through a red light, and stating the fine and the number of demerit points associated with pleading guilty. She had.