“Very friendly young woman, about your age. God, I hope she’s okay.”“Okay. Thank you for your time, Mr Anderson. And thank you for your help, ...en.”Ben says nothing, but exchanges a silent ‘thank you’ with Rachel, who heads outside to reunite with Jeff. “Nothing so far from any of my houses,” he says. “All were woken up by either the gunshot or the sirens of the first responder. No help whatsoever.”“I have a lead, a witness says they saw someone leaving the scene and enter this house here,” say. And here he was, now, as she slept, appraising her in a way he never had before.He stepped forward. Carefully, carefully. He removed her sheet.---He was surprised, and pleased, to find nothing else was there to keep her warm - not a single piece of clothing. His daughter, like his wife before her, apparently preferred to sleep in the nude. Or, he was beginning to allow himself to suspect, perhaps she usually did not.She lay there on her back, one arm back under her head, one arm splayed out. Lisa stood tall in her platform heels that thrust her pelvic region invitingly forward. The heels made her stand 5 foot 9 inches, tall and statuesque. Her see through sarong draped over her oiled body giving her no sense of modesty at all but accentuated her nakedness. Around her neck hung the three trophy wooden bead necklaces that she had earned this afternoon from her young Swazi boy fuckers. They hung and swung in her ample cleavage, bringing attention to her magnificent 38C cup breasts,. ..[I’m caught, I’m caught, I’m caught!!!!!]. But my cock was raging at this point...harder then ever and the strain from my jeans put on my cock almost made me cum....I pretended to finish the pencil sharpening and turned towards her to walk away but there was a wall and her ass and if I turned away from her completely, somehow I figured it was a bad idea so I decide to just go past her and as I walked by, .........................she pushed back slowly, enough for me to have to stop RIGHT.