She felt she knew why her daughter was crying. She prayed that she soon would not have to cry for her daughter.After breakfast, Cutter told Debbie and...the kids to go into the den and sit down on the sofa. Debbie sat in the middle and held the hands of her two children. Cutter motioned for her to get up and come over to him. She didn't want to leave Bobby and Dawn but remembered his warnings. She stood up and walked over to Cutter who stood by the window. As she walked, her son Bobby couldn't. It’s as if I don’t want it to be my decision, so I can blame her if it goes wrong.“Come on, Annie, I’ve dared you! You have to!”Those are Sarah’s rules, but I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to.“Oh, heavens, Sarah, okay, I’ll do it.”It’s not as easy as it sounds, underneath my blouse. I try to unclasp the back from outside my blouse, but can’t get a grip. Sarah isn’t much help, giggling like a little kid.“Let me help, Annie,” she says, and lifts my blouse up slightly at the back, pushing her hands up. She knew he must be thinking of her pussy. She wanted to hear him say it. She also knew that when he did say it, she would probably cum. She was already aroused. Her fingers were lazily stroking her lips in the panties. "By the way, I'm wearing the blue pair now." 'Oh my god, ' Jack thought to himself. He rubbed his cock as he thought of Nan in the panties he had picked out. He wondered what the bulge in the crotch panel looked like. Was it large where her full lips filled the material? "I've. I looked around my office and grabbed a fewtrinkets of value and then paused on my way out the door as I spotted myold fogey hat. I'd need that one last time.I got to my car and put the now oversized hat on my head with my hairpulled up underneath. I tipped it down in the front to cover my face,stuffed my shirt with my pants, and then drove out of the parking garage.The exit had a camera and I wanted it to take a picture of something thatappeared much more like the old me than the new me. Once.