I didn't mean to rub dirty grease over your delicate arm."I shrugged smiling, "It is okay. Glad I didn't get burned. The grease will wash off, I am su...e." I have a special soap to wash off grease. Let me wrap this up and we'll go in and wash it off."I stood a couple of steps behind her and watched as she leaned back in. She was wearing a short, really short blue jeans shorts and a red sleeveless tank top. She had thick curly red hair cut short. She looked quite tall, at least five nine. Beside. The dildo itself had a green tint to it now. I also noticed that I was incredibly horny.But I refused to use it. Self control was something I prided myself in, but this morning, staring at that obscene thing, I just couldn't hold out. So instead, I reached down, determined to get myself off on my own. I played with my nipples and I rolled my hips into my hand. My eyes closed and I thought of George, I thought of this amazing blonde guy I had a one night stand with, and I even thought of Henry.. It's a full-figure nude woman seen from the rear. If that gives offense, or anything else in this story gives offense, your remedy is obvious. Stop reading, and gradually, over the years, try to forget. Charmedby Vickie TernIn those days paintings were often stillpoints in time, illustrated moments implying whole narratives, tableaus suggesting how things got that way and what might happen next. Mostly they portrayed the sad or sentimental evidence of lost possibilities, characters. . well, nothing. Go have a good class, and apologize to your teacher for being late, tell her what happened." Of course, Mom, I know," Heather said, rolling her eyes. Then she smiled her pretty smile and gave her mother a peck on her cheek. She could tell something was bugging her, so she added, "Still the prettiest Mom in my school by far." Aww sweetie, thanks. I needed that." Carol's smile wasn't forced now. Her pearly white teeth shined, and her face glowed from her daughter's compliment,.