There was an older, heavier man in the other car. He gazed at me. I looked down and closed my legs. Even in my state, I felt a little shame. I saw tha... the low-cut, frilly bra I'd bought that day was showing clearly through my blouse. And worse yet, my nipples were poking out. I'd been planning to surprise my husband with it, when I got home."What's the problem, Kent?" I heard the older man call out."Uh," officer Robinson replied, "she was, uh, resisting a little..." He pushed his door open and. She looked over at the punk and saw that he had just pulleddown her panties. In a desperate fit of rage, Bridget picked up the onlyweapon in sight, the staff, and raced toward Bob. She was a littlestartled at how thin and light it was, and then Bridget had closed thedistance with the would be rapist.With a snarl Bridget swung the staff like a golf club with all thestrength she could generate, hitting Bob in the ribs as he crouched overBridget's prone body. Bridget underestimated her male. Positive. Think positive. When she closed her eyes, she felt like she could feel rain, washing away all her negative thoughts, cleansing her of all of her worries and doubts about the new tattoo.If she had to cover up the tattoo, she wouldn't be able to wear her usual combination of jeans and a shirt - any time she bent over, she risked showing off even a hint of her back, and as soon as anyone saw that she had a tattoo, they'd want to read what it said.But she could easily find the positive in. ”“Hmmm, what makes you think I like it any better?”“Because you get wet.”Lauren didn’t like the idea of the argument her son must have had with his friend, but she felt relieved Jason would be leaving the next day. At the same time, she was excited to see him pull out his rigid cock and stroke it in front of her again. It made her think of Nico. Jason didn’t even matter to her, and it made her feel wicked to realize he didn’t have a clue. The blonde pulled off her top before Jason had a chance.