He always liked to wake up early, the view of the cliffs from his bedroom is something almost magical. The birds singing, the quiet, the cold wind. Ye...h, this would forever be his happy place.He spends a few minutes sat on the floor watching the sunrise before walking back into his room. Now, more lightened it’s clear that’s not a small bedroom. On his right it’s a king-size bed with white and red sheets rested against the black wall and a recamier, or as it’s commonly known, a bedroom bench in. 'Now, AfternoonLauren was in the laundry room, pressing her moist and by now well over-sexed cunt against the washing machine as it gave it's final cycle.There was nothing dirty to wash, having finished cleaning both of her Son's and her Daughter's soiled sheets hours ago. Instead she ran her own panties through the wash over and over again as she thought about her boys dicks, her daughters tiny and delicate pussy lips, and how she was going to convince them to let her fuck all three of them on. ” Ryan said.The thing was, it was a small shop with big windows. It didn’t matter where I was people passing by would be able to see me. Ryan followed with,“At least you don’t have to get completely naked; you’ll be able to keep your bikini bottoms on.”I just laughed then pulled my tiny swimming skirt up over my head.At one point the girl looked over to me and stared for a few seconds. After we’d left Ryan said that he bet that the girl would have seen hundreds of naked women in the shop.The. I closed my eyes, prayed, if you like, and perhaps those prayers were answered ... I became unconscious again.When I woke I was in the dark, not sure for a moment whether I was dreaming, whether this was just another of my recurrent nightmares — my nation's nightmares — but the feel of dirty straw I was lying on, the wet concrete underneath it, the constant buzzing of flies, was no figment of my imagination. I was in a large room, I saw, as my eyes became accustomed to the gloom, possibly.