“Two hundred meters. Come on, we can do it!” shouted Rebecca, looking up occasionally at the street lights of the nearby village. Their robes flut...ered behind them in the darkness like the wings of angels as they put on more and more distance between them and their captors. Lauren looked behind and saw that nobody was following them.“Hey, I think we made it!” she said between gasps of breath, her stockings torn and dirty from the gravel.“Keep going, until we find a house or phone!” shouted. I felt myself go flush as the sexual tension and temptation grew by the seconds. My son sat up smiling very wickedly at me now. "Can I see your tits?" I knew he was asking for a lot more than just looking at them. It felt very weird to hear my son asking me that but on another deeper, dark level it turned me on to know my own son wanted to see my new big tits. I put my hand on thigh, "Um...you know what we did yesterday was very wrong. It was incest. We could get into so much trouble if. ?Bloody hell,? he thought, ?they?ve even named the airportafter him.? Janine was waitingin the arrival hall when he had collected his baggage. She waved as he camethrough the barrier. He smiled back. All right, he was probably old enough tobe her father but that didn?t stop him appreciating her dark, slight good looksin a most un-fatherly way. He?d never gone in for painting women in the nude.Maybe he was making a mistake, he thought. He pushed the trolley with his bagon across to where she was. " I suppose you have some super high standards for any guy. Do you wanna share those so I can be on the lookout for you?" No ... you'd just make fun of me." Would not?" Would too," she was quick to retort."OK, whatever you want. Do you have any work to do today?" Yeah, I got an email about a story from a guy with a first chapter of a new book he wants me to look over to give him a quote on how much I would charge him to fix his story." How do you decide how much to charge, anyway?" I've worked.