It would give me a fluttery feeling inside my tummy, and they would just get harder and tingle. Today I had come over wearing a short, loose pink top...with a low neckline, a denim skirt and running shows with no socks. As I searched him out in his barn and waved a hello, I noticed his gaze quickly drop, taking in my bare flat tummy and the slight hint of my nipples under my top. “Hello Jem” he called out, “You’re looking as cute as ever today!” “Thank you Mr. Frankie” I replied, doing a little. Torn between a feeling of propriety and a confusing yet strong urge to see (and kiss) Gerard again, she simply hoped that she’d never have to see him again. Maybe that way she could move past this, and her parents would stop bothering her with their wishes. A soft knock came at her door. ‘Elizabeth?’ Mrs. Winshaw said. ‘Elizabeth? Dear, are you alright?’ ‘Come in, Mama,’ Elizabeth said, sitting up on her bed and smoothing her dress. The door opened and Mrs. Winshaw stepped inside gingerly. She. 'HEY!! IDIOT! We don't like hero's in our pub' 'yeah.. Why don't you crawl back to your Mama's closet and try on some of her granny pantries you mother fucker!!!'.And the guys and he's friends burst out in laughter. Leni slightly moved he's head enough to stair straight into the eyes of a woman across the bar. Karen a 28 year old student wearing skinny jeans, paired with fer flat Boots and a loosely hung coat. She took a glimpse of the most deepest eyes she had ever seen. Thinking 'oooooohhhhh. All this watching was one thing, though, but I never had the thought of doing anything more than that. Well, not originally, anyway. It all changed one night, though. It was a combination of things- the timing of it, the situation, my body’s lust, and my innocent daughter’s curiosity. I know that I shouldn’t have done anything, that I should have put a stop to it before anything serious happened, but I simply gave in to my lustful urges.It was a night like many others- my daughter and I were.