We finished high school and went off to different colleges, but as time went by we drifted apart. Ryan's Mom was a nice lady, good looking but a bit o...erweight, I know that I would have had a crush on her if she had a better body.I finished college and returned home to find a job. Things were going really well for me, but I did miss Ryan. Ryan did not return to our hometown after college but found a job in the city instead. He did return home for the holidays that year and invited me over to. "Nothing I'm fine!" She said rather bluntly. "Honey you know you can tell me anything." I said solemnly. "I said I'm fine!" She snapped which threw me off. "Ok...well anytime you wanna talk." I said and left her to work. Lunch came. It was a beautiful, warm day, so I decided to have my coffee outside rather then in the cafeteria. I like some time to myself, it helps me think more clearly. I texted Jim to tell him I would be late home and he was perfectly understanding. He promised to cook. He slipped his hand into my panties and rubbed my sissyhole.I told him to stay put for a few and I would be right back. He said if I was coming back, he would wait patiently. I didn't want to get cum in my wig before I had a chance to take some pics. I found a large mirror in one of the hallways. I dropped the towel and started to snap away. Once I was satisfied with some selfies, I went back to find Daddy. He was right where I left him, stroking on the L shaped bench in the porn room. I. The only ones who would survive were those who lived communally and regained a native work ethic. They could make slave labor sound like paradise.”“How did you manage to leave?”“They took periodic trips to San Francisco to recruit new members of what they called their commune, even though they owned everything and worked the kids they brought in like slaves. They made the mistake of assuming they were so far out in the wilderness that we wouldn’t try to leave on our own. But we did. We set all.