I decided, since I just carried her from the car to the house and she didn’t wake, I could sneak a peek as to what she was really wearing under her ...ress. I snuck back in to her room leaving my clothes in the bathroom. My Mom hadn’t moved from the position I left her. I started rubbing her feet again to test if she was still asleep. When she didn’t budge, I gently ran my hand up her leg to her hemline. I gently slid her dress farther up her thigh until her panties came into view. She was. The wife serves Mitch some eggs and broccoli and a hungry sports babe scoffs it up then relaxes gazing into space, I walk behind her and squeeze her shoulders and she leans her head back concerned why she is so tired. We discover she does not remember the previous night of torment but she is aware her pussy is sore and she had strange dreams, awakening from one erotic dream she observed she was tweaking her nipples and that her hips were undulating. The wife got her to lean forward so she could. "Mind if I borrow this?" Sarah held up one of Stacy's lip sticks in the mirror. "Go ahead! Mmph..." Stacy grunted. A horn honked outside, it was her father's friends there to pick him up for their trip to the coast. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." Craig was cussing as he rushed to finish and cum. He thrust harder and harder and faster and faster and finally blew his thick load deep inside Stacy's pussy. She smiled at him in the mirror as she felt his warm cum flooding inside of her. He had. Once again she came into view from the distance and she approached agonizingly slow, dressed in her hot looking bikini. If anything she seemed to be walking even slower than before, and much more tentatively. My eyes moved over her long slender legs to her crotch, up her body and over her full breasts, lingering momentarily before continuing to her face. Our eyes met. Again I could see the fear and apprehension as she walked. I moved my eyes back to her crotch and she continued walking forward.