Amy grinned, proud to be showing herself off in the throes of self-pleasuring. Watching herself, as though she could be watching some other girl doing... it, it occurred to her, possibly for the first time that it ever occurred to her, that she became so completely absorbed while masturbating that she was not aware of anything outside of her own skin. She clenched and felt the gush, the hot wetness soaking into the crotch of her bikini. Watching herself always got her very hot, she desperately. He had a pleasant smell and spoke slowly looked deeply in my eyes and made sure that I understood everything before he proceeded. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and I could see hair on his chest. He looked muscular yet soft in approach. After the lessons he asked me to do some practice sums and come the next day. I smiled back and left his room. My dad goes to bed early and my mom was watching TV. I was not that late but everything was quite.Next day in the afternoon I saw him return from. "We'll see if he wants to kill me now and when he tries it there'll be nothing but a loud pop from the caps," I said. She looked at me so funny then but said ok.We were up with the sun the next morning. Mom fixed us some breakfast and we ate. This morning Dad rode on the wagon seat with me instead of saddling his horse. We'd only been moving for about an hour when Dad pulled one of the pepperboxes out of his pocket, pusshed it into my ribs and pulled the trigger. I took my right hand pistol and. Don't you have feelings? don't you care?"I swiped at my eyes. Damn. Didn't mean to cry.He looked at me with his distant, expressionless face—so cold, that face, so frigid in its immobility—and something changed there, like a lock had been removed and he could show emotion again. "Yes," he said. "I do care. I wouldn't be telling you if not." He sighed. "Arie, you're a friend. I don't like seeing friends in pain like you are. Yeah, maybe it'll be more pain to change something, but... Isn't that.