She wrapped the reins -- which she hadn’t used once -- around the saddle horn and grabbed it with her left hand. Reaching back to the carryall, behi...d her, she pulled out a portable radio.“Seth,” she called on the frequency used by her family. “Come in Seth.” Please, she added to herself. There was no answer. She tried again and then a third time.Then she turned a knob on the radio and said, “Mayday, mayday. For the state police. Come back.”A female voice came back almost immediately. “This is. Patel wanted as well as a few for our own Sunday lunch.It was quite a mixture that she wore for her self imposed task, the tee shirt and skirt from earlier had been matched with my old Wellington boots, complete with turned down tops. An incongruous mix at the best of times, but she still hadn't restored the skirt to its normal length and apart from the boots being at least three sizes too large, she was still pantyless. I couldn't really generate much interest in the usual sensational 'Soap. . She smiles and has, it seems, a lustful look as we pull up to the school.“Can we talk more this afternoon daddy? I love you so very much and I desire to comfort you and see you happy and cheerful again.” Then she leaned over kissed me and squeezed my leg causing my cock to spring up again.“Yes baby we will talk more when I get home from work.”I spent the rest of the day at work thinking about her standing in her bedroom naked, remembering how beautiful she is and actually lusting and wanting. "I'll go get us a couple more, k?" "Sure. I'll be right here." I wondered back to the bar, and decided impulsively to retie the sarong about my waist. If nothing else, I could at least show my boobs. I saw two guys give me decidedly admiring looks, and as I waited for our drinks, one of them walked up and asked me my name. "That's a pretty sensational top you're wearing," he said, openly staring at my boobs. "Not many girls could wear that!" "Thank you," I said, not at all modestly. I.