I didn’t realize how little of my boy clothes I packed. I changed back into the monokini, coverup and wedges I had on earlier and my mom and I went ...own to the private beach. I had always dreamed about being on a beach in girls clothes and I was getting to do It with my mom who I’ve always been a little attracted too. We got to the sand and my mom, who was just wearing a bikini and her wedges, untied her top and bottoms and was now naked with her sexy wedges. I felt my dick trying to get hard. She was only a very in love and hurt woman.Likewise, the hardest thought was to know that Leon not just don’t loved her, but would have the will of kill her in terrible ways. She could never forgive him. On the other hand, somehow, she was not very worried about dying since she couldn’t see a future for herself without her sadist husband.To summarize, her mind was a rich field for contradictories thoughts and feelings. On Thursday, 13th June, her flight arrived in the airport. Leon was waiting. ?" the policewoman gasped. Officer Bonnie Clarke had been writing the woman a citation... "I'm sorry, Officer?" Britt-Chanelle sighed - the brunette sat back in her seat and took her driver's licence back from the wide-eyed blonde. Bonnie hesitated. She closed the citation book and leaned a little closer to the woman's car.There was a moment of silence. Standing at the driver's side door of Britt-Chanelle's corvette, Bonnie had caught sight of the woman's 'cock'... "Officer?" teased. I looked away and closed the blanket door as I walked on. I smiled to myself in the knowledge that he was maturing, as it seemed just last month he had ignored a woman dancing naked around the fire pit who was obviously performing for him. He was a good guy always willing to help anyone in need, but the dancing woman was curling her finger at him and bending over while dancing always facing him. He seemed oblivious to the females who were coming on to him. I was walking back out to the fire.