. about everything." She broke into heavy sobbing.Chris sucked in a deep breath and took off his headphones. He looked at his crying mother, wondering...what he could possibly say. He felt his anger fade as his heart melted with her tears. Finally he summoned up enough courage to speak. "I'm sorry I called you a nasty coc... uh... those names," he whispered."Thank you," she whispered, drying her eyes again. She conjured up enough nerve to ask the question that had been on her mind the entire. She was my age, plus or minus a year. Copper red hair that hung to her belt. Right now that hair was loose with some of it hanging down her front over her left breast and the rest down her back. She was a little taller than I was, maybe an inch at most. And the breast that wasn't obscured by hair looked about softball size.Her white t-shirt with a picture of the three Jimmy Neutron girls was tied off at her midriff. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could tell that her areola was about the size. It's not a problem, nobody can see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breasts hiding under their summer dresses.One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye contact. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my. She gazed towards the actors again and felt her cheeks burn, as she saw the naked body swinging slowly back and forth …… * * * * * * * * * * ”Oh, my God, I’m tired!Feels as if I was a hundred years old!”, Kiefer said to himself, as he climbed into his trailer and shut the door behind him. He fell onto the bed, where he lay quietly for a couple of minutes, trying to make the pain in his shoulders, wrists and back disappear by pure willpower. As expected it didn’t work, he was simply unable to.