It was Jen. She was wearing one of my daughters bikini, which was at least two sizes too small, top and bottom. Her light brown breasts were barely co...ered by the small cups of the bikini. I could feel my towel begin to loosen as my cock began to grow, as my eyes wandered down. The tight bottoms clung to her pubic area like a second skin. I could very clearly see the outline of her pouty lips. “Sorry, Jeff, I left my panties in here.” “They are lying on the counter there.” She reached to get. I arrive back at the house to find my father's suitcase packed waiting by the door. I run upstairs and put on an outfit that I think will help me on my hitchhiking journey: a pair of cut-off jean shorts, a tight white tank top that shows off my tits, heels, and fashionable sunglasses. As a last touch, I toss my head back and forth to dishevel my long, wavy dirty blond hair. I take a last look in the mirror and I’m pleased with what I see. I hurry downstairs to meet my friend in his car.Mike has. "I'm your mother!" She tried vainly to hide her breasts with one arm, while her other was unsuccessfully cupping her pussy trying to hide it from view. Her little feet kept tip towing trying to keep her big breasts from spilling out."I'm sorry mom!" He had blurted out. Dante had been smiling the entire time. Quickly he walked forwards towards the back of the cabin, sliding the thin shutter between the beds. Both his Mom and her new husband had just looked at him as he drew close the thin wooden. Beatings were said to take place out of the public’s view. Her fellow countrymen did not resist, their spirit having been broken by their betrayal at the hands of their own leaders. Escape was nearly impossible. Internal transmitters linked to the GPS and a central computer had been inserted surgically into the peritoneal cavity of every slave, providing a record of their every movement. Punishment for escape was severe. The few who tried were soon broken by the floggings and long periods of.