Walking home naked was not a valid option, especially when my house was four miles away. I started to look in Betty's closet. I tried on some slacks...before realizing that none were going to fit properly. I was left with skirts and dresses. I pulled out a denim skirt and white blouse and laid them on the bed. I proceeded to look through the lingerie draw and came up with a bra, panties and pantyhose that would fit. I was even fortunate enough to find a pair of falsies that Betty had hidden. We’d whisper among ourselves as to how good she probably was at giving head and would probably fuck our brains out.Annie seemed to love the attention when guys hit on her. She’d just laugh it off and go about her job. This was long before “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace” became a big deal that we all had to be aware of and were required to take annual classes in.So, the guys started to subtly flirt with Annie. She’d sometimes flirt back, but it never went any further than that.Then when I. The older brunette daughter was clowning around on the rock with Ellen, trying to push the smaller but stronger girl into the water, and the two of them flexed back and forth, climbing around the rock for new footings. Jesus Christ, the ass on Louise! -- he had never really noticed until today. Her tight black bathing suit was also a bikini, but in keeping with his older daughter's more prudent character, it was not quite as brief as Ellen's, and it showed none of the crevice between her. For one thing there were four of them in the office, one of them had a big .45 revolver strapped to his hip. Sec wasn’t stupid. He just turned around and walked out, headed home to get his gear. His Dad had actually hugged Sec and patted him on the back the day he left, something Sec never remembered ever happening before. He looked at the huge man, spotted the trace of tears in his eyes. He felt his own getting damp at that and quickly grabbed his sparse belongings and left. He knew his Dad.