We would collapse, go to bed, and then the next day would repeat. Friday, Sara really stepped up her teasing. She had a tight blouse on, with snaps ...nstead of buttons. The top was so tight and thin that you could see her lacy bra through it. I knew she was almost crossing the line when I could see how all the other men - and even some of the women - were checking her out. Her skirt was so tight that it must have been stretching fabric or else she wouldn’t have been able to walk. As I. Here it came. Blackmail. She could press charges for indecent acts, attempted rape, pain and suffering. She could take me for all I had.She came out of the closet wearing my old number 7 football jersey. It came down to the bottom of her hips. She had my number 01 jersey in her hand and a pair of sweats I didn’t even think I still owned. She could find the damndest things in my house.“Oh?” I said lamely.She threw the clothes in my face. “Yeah. I just thought of something I need and I can’t buy. I was Dumbstruck!!!! Here I was in a situation with my father in law, where we had both caught each other masturbating. But this time it was different, he was lying on MY bed wanking into MY panties, probably thinking about ME!!!I sank down on to my bed, my mind was in turmoil, I had just walked in and found my father in law masturbating into my panties on my bed and it all seemed so unreal. Being a level headed girl though I soon found my senses and decided we needed to hit this thing head on.. Bret Matthews lived his life that way; he was methodical and premeditated with everything he did, with how he interpreted every experience in his world. It wasn't until he found himself being challenged and pushed to beyond his limits, in a situation where he had no power over his lusts and no will of his own to assert, that he learned what it meant to be truly free in the confines of mental enslavement.Spring is meant to be experienced outside, enjoying the flowers and the sunshine and all the.