" I liked ... I loved... ," Ryan tried to form the words, "the ... the way your butt looked ... in those panties ... the ones ... the ones you must ha...e found under my mattress." Jennifer's naughty grin returned."Really?" she almost squealed in delight. "Oh Ryan, that's so sweet. Um, do you mean these?" Jennifer grasped the sheet and pulled it up over her hips. While keeping her top half covered, she revealed that she was in fact wearing the panties her son was referring to. "These?" Ryan. I finished applying the sun tan lotion, I grabbed a bun and put my hair up. I was so exited, kind of like a kid on Christmas Eve. I took my bikini from the bed, and my bag of make-up. WOW! I looked stunning. The tiny top almost covered my boobs, but not quite. There was still a lot of skin showing from the bottom and the sides. My thong was a bit small as well, the back was going in deep in-between my ass, and the front was riding up so much that my lips were separated (yes I had a sexy camel. “Why Don’t You Go Back and try to get in to her Private Little Show?” Henry said through his teeth, emphasizing every word.“Uh, yeah!” Jesse said, sounding confused, wondering why Henry seemed so upset. “I think I will!”Jesse turned away from where they’d been standing by the car and trotted back toward the Target Club. Henry hoped Jesse couldn’t get in, if there even was such a ‘private showing’, and would get the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had. He felt sorry for Jesse’s fiancé, if. Only a very few occupations – like midwifery and nursing – were considered suitable. I early realised that my one hope of avoiding a life like my mother's was to qualify in a 'suitable' profession so I could leave home and be independent. So I worked hard at school. I think the teachers must have been sympathetic, because they certainly supported and encouraged me, lent me books, that sort of thing.When it came time for a secondary education, my father's options were limited. But for the law, I.