Donna wasn't really a dancer, but she loved to dance this wayat home, privately, with only her son watching. She had a naturalsense of rhythm that wa... sensuous and arousing, her movements morelike fucking rather than dancing. The sway of her hips, the twistof her shoulders, the way she thrust her firm, shapely tits,invited the eye and, perhaps, a hand. As she moved about the floor, she watched her son. Her eyes,too, were glittering, hot with excitement. Her tits looked readyto pop from. The bus drove past the fields and farms of cave twenty five and crossed tunnel seventy seven to exit the cave and enter the nature reserve, cave twenty three. From there to the next, more industrial, cave twenty, was only one road that forced the passers to encircle a vast lake. On the other hand, the sights of massive rocks spread around like tiny mountains and the great forest of cave twenty three was a spectacular sight the children of cave twenty five hardly got to see."This is where my. " I am taking these women back to their own people and you are welcome to join us. Some of these women lost their husbands when they were made captive. I want you and your men to treat them well while they are under my care, I will deal with them swiftly if they do not heed my words," I told him."Oh! I am sure that they will treat them with the deepest respect," He went on.Soon we were on our way east again, it was soon clear that the women had reverted to their old roles. They were tending the. .. and I want you home by eleven." OK, Mom. I think with you repeating that about twelve times, I have it by now. You know you are overprotective." I'm sorry Kimmie, it's just that..." Yeah, it's OK. You've explained before. It's just that I'm a freshman in high school now." Hey, just because you've had a birthday doesn't make you an adult." Grams said I was growing up." Growing, yes. Grown, no... I just want you to be careful." I know Mom... oops there's the front door bell." I guess dreamboat.