I could only stare at the ceiling as I felt hot breath on my exposed neck as he nibbled and sucked my tender flesh. One of my captor’s hands release... my hair and slid down my spine until he was cupping my ass in his warm hand and pressing my hips into his. I let out a soft moan as his bulging dick, straining against his pants, pressed against my clit with every thrust of his hips. As I ran my hands along his sides, finally grasping his gyrating hips, his hand released my hair and slid along. Adjacent to our back door was a cupboard that contains a washing machine, a microwave oven, and some household products. Beside the cupboard rested our refrigerator. Sometimes I would leave the back door open, and pretend to have business in the cupboard or refrigerator, without facing in her direction. Placing a small mirror strategically in the cupboard, I could see her clearly, and was now able to verify that, not only was I seen but that the vision was appreciated.Upping the ante again,. Zach's grandfather, Michael, started chatting with Chelsea.Michael was in his mid-forties, blonde hair, turning gray, and fit. He had told Chelsea he was a widower, and there for Zach's birthday trip. His daughter and son-in-law, Matt and Gracie, planned it all. After a long year, the family needed a fun celebration. Chelsea told Michael that was a similar reason for her taking the kids.They flirted all morning, and from a distance, Gracie and Michael's other kids, Jamie and Corey watched and. I started smoking more pot, stayingout later, drinking.---This likewise did not go unnoticed by my mother, despite my efforts toconceal it from her. Once I flunked a math test pretty badly, and theteacher told me I had to get my Mom to sign it. With my heart pounding, Ipresented the test, the "F" at the top blazing in red like the emblem ofsome rogue religion, to Mom. Her eyes blazed."So!" she began venomously, "I guess you want to dig ditches for the rest ofyour life. That's certainly where.