She had been a de facto family member for years, and in fact the only three people at the Thanksgiving meal were to be Adrian, Brenda, and Anika. That...s how it was lately at almost every breakfast and dinner. Brenda had taken to wearing such revealing outfits that no staffers besides Anika were allowed in the house when she was there, aside from some rare exceptions.Finally, the house was empty except for Anika, and even she just sat down on a couch to rest. But Adrian started to get excited. She cringed, as she felt her pants jam up even higher, and her scrub top even lower.She looked at herself in the full body mirror. Her cheeks went beet red. Her DD cup breasts were literally bursting out of this tiny scrub top. She turned, her butt was lifted by the tightness and nature of the fabric into an unnaturally high position. The way the fabric clung to her like a second skin, and dove into her juicy butt, made the shape of each one of her glorious ass cheeks completely visible. She. .So she put her wine down and stood up, with a subtle expression on her face like "you asshole -- but you know I'll do it" and began rather awkwardly writhing to the music, and even more awkwardly slowly peeling off her clothes. I sat watching gleefully, anxiously, instructing her to keep going when she cast me an exasperated look before she began taking off her nice, big bra.She released her ample breasts from the bra, and I let out a breath and said "so beautiful…” I could tell she was. Closer, closer. Then: 'Not yet.' Time flashed forward again. He raised his arms before his face and felt the jarring impact with his wrists and elbows. The sound of a scream was on his lips, but was knocked free as he continued to bounce and impact upon the hill. His headlong dive became a sideways roll. His elbows and knees struck rock again and again, his ribs and spine pounding against the ground, the flesh of his bared arms tearing as it scraped across rough dirt and prickling briers. How.