Like I said, it’s not about me, it’s about them and us.”Mom and Dad were bystanders, being the audience. They just listened and watched, waiting...to be asked for an opinion.The girls and I went outside to wander in the fields, looking at the stock and then going to one of the strawberry fields to pick some ripe fruit and eat it fresh off the plant. Since it was Christmas day, there were no workers in the field. As we walked along a dusty path, we began to discuss a plan.Trish offered, “I think. I like that...Back to the changing room in the car park, taking off the school skirt,and replacing it with my modest one. Realising I don't have a spare blouseor heels is a blow, but I brush out my hair, aware of little bits of cumgumming up my fringe..But I guess I can still drive in these heels, and in my coat no one willsee the transparent blouse or the black bra. I just have to drivesensibly. Being pulled over by the cops is what I really don't want rightnow...Fortunately it's a clear run. We sat drinking our wine and staring into the flames, lost in thought. "You know my mother's hot for your bod, she wants you bad." "I think at your mother's age she's more lonely for company than for sex" "Thank god, I hate to think of my mother having sex." "Now wait a minute Whitney, your mother is a very attractive woman and if she has needs you shouldn't be upset with that." "I know. I know. But jeez, it's my mother and no one wants to think about their mother having sex." I had to agree. " Iwatch as he unlocks and opens the door then reaches over and pushesme gently through it. I hear the door being locked behind me. "Stripsissy and let me see your pretty lingerie." I again hesitated andbegan to protest but before I could get a word out I was once againknocked off my feet as he slapped me. "I explained this to youbefore, bitch, you are to do what you are told and do it immediately.That just earned you your first real punishment; now get out of thoseclothes!" I quickly stripped.