30 at the valley End car park be OK? I gave the type of car that I had and said that I loved this area because it was quiet and I could be naked for h...m if he wanted. I also included pictures of myself.He came straight back that this would be fine and he told me he liked the look of me and that he would be there.Well, I had never, ever had this positive a response before. I was sitting in my chair as hard as can be, my cock pushing through the material of my pants.Friday 1pm came and I was out. Kyle tipped off the police, it was raided, and Veronica was saved. Kyle had debated asking Daphne’s permission, but decided it was just too important to allow any other decision. But Veronica had no idea of the connection.Now Daphne’s son Peter was struggling. He was 19 years old, he’d flunked out of college, and he had a drinking problem. Like most concerned parents, Daphne had worried about him a great deal, and also explored every sort of intervention she could think of.The problem wasn’t. "Let me inspect your work." she said. I watched as she walked around her bedroom. She kept strutting around. Making her whole body shake. My eyes never left her voluptuous body. She stopped to smell the wood polish. She then looked in her closet. "Very nice...You do good work. I might have to keep you. Oh! My goodness. My windows look great." she said. She then walked in front of me. My back was to her big glass windows. "Thank you." I said. Her huge breast were inches from me. The rest of her. Nooo not camp in that way, definitely not camp in that way. He said I had nice tits. Oh Mama, tits isn’t a rude word. It’s just slang, you know. He said... ‘ but by then it would be too late, the matriarch would be on the phone to the ‘action against porn’ or her lawyers and the camp would be no more. Which would be a pity, because these girls, many of them dainty ladies when they arrived, learned to be free-er and happier. Many would surprise their similarly well-bred spouses in years to come.