I picked them up to throw them in the hamper. But as my hand brushed against the soft silky fabric, and the pretty lace on the edges. I became aroused...just thinking of them laying tight against her pussy. I wondered what it felt like to wear something soft and silky like that? Without even thinking of it, I started to pull them on."Ken!!" she called out to me from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"I let go of the waistband, letting the elastic snap against me. I went downstairs, and gobbled up. There would be no opportunity to reload if he missed the first time. As experienced as he was with the Remington it would still be difficult to do anything fast enough. It didn’t matter if he died, now that Hilda was gone, but he would not allow himself to die if Pancho was left standing. Pancho was still under the influence of too much liquor. The hot sun and the alcohol made him dizzy. He was mad: not at the large gringo, but at himself. What he did was stupid. Life was good until he decided. “There will be a pretty good grade up here then we’ll come to an overlook where we can see out over the tops of the trees.”The overlook was a wide place in the bike path which looped out over the highest point on the trail. We parked our bikes and walked over to the rail fence to look out over the small valley below at the many different colored leaves.The sun was warm and the sky was clear as we stood close and enjoyed the view. For me, it was the feeling of closeness that made it even warmer. Melissa acted without thinking, as she slapped her father. He returned the favor by almost knocking her down. While the teen was stunned, her father got the torn blouse and bra off her, leaving her topless. He then grabbed Melissa by her long blonde hair and dragged the kicking and screaming girl to her bedroom.“If you look and act like a slut, then you’ll be treated like one,” her father said, as he flung the teen on her bed by the strong grip that he had on her hair.The fifteen-year-old was.