To describe her as beautiful seems not right either. When you say, “that woman is beautiful” many think of the glamorous movie stars or fashion mo...els. Sharon was not beautiful in that way.She was this type of woman that wore very little make-up, her natural beauty was enough to draw stares when sales representatives came into the office. She was the first to greet them and on many cases these lewd and crude sales guys, 30 years her senior, made fools of themselves as they flirted with her. And. “Are you ok?” he asks after a minute.“Yeah. I’m going to go to bed,” Abby says, sadness suddenly striking her.“Ok, sweetheart,” her dad says, trying to hide his worry as he watches her walk away. He doesn’t like when she isn’t herself. She’s usually always happy.An hour later when Mat is in his own bed, he hears Abby lightly knock on his open door.“Come in,” he says, and she enters. Wearing shorts that may as well be underwear and a tight t-shirt, she walks to Mat’s bedside.“Can I lay with. Than I continued on her neck. She asked me to do har back too, but I said I had to take off her t-shirt first. She thought for a while and I offered to take it off. She agreed. I took some oit and started to rub her back and neck. I did her arms too. Than, I looked for a while at her. She told me to keep going because I do a good job.I told her I need to take off her pants because I don't want to put oil on them. She agreed and all that was left was a pair of red bikini.I was very excited.. After a while she asked – can I rest my head on your lap if you don’t mind? I said no problems, be comfortable. She immediately stretched herself and slept on the seat resting her head on my lap.I was not quite sure where to keep my right hand since she rested her head on my right lap. She guided my hand to be kept on her forehead, maybe because of her headache. I genuinely felt like pressing her fore head slowly to make her comfortable. She liked that and I kept pressing her head for some.