Angela stared at herself, seeing the way her huge tits bulged out of the cups, the nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric.The bottom showed ...ost of her ass cheeks and wispy strands of pussy hair were visible around the crotch. Angela took a deep breath and entered the living room. If this didn't turn Mike on, nothing would.Mike had been reading an old copy of Cosmopolitan. His eyes bulged as he saw her. He dropped the magazine on the floor."I hope you don't mind the bikini, Mike.". "Mom! How's the trip?" Taylor asked. "When are you getting back?" The trip is nice, your father's been working a lot, but it's a beautifulcountry," Taylor's mother replied, deliberately ignoring the secondquestion. "How have you been? Keeping busy with Aunt Agnes?" We're doing fine... There were a few hiccups at the beginning, but asmuch as I like it, I can't wait to get home," Taylor said."About that..." Taylor's mother started. "Maybe I should let your fatherexplain." What's going on?" Taylor. It was brief and fleeting and easilymissed. But I wouldn?t. Oh, no. I would wallow in that millisecond, sucking themarrow out of it, savoring it and storing it away to relive over and overduring the next coming days, weeks, months and if it were spectacular enough,even years to come. It would be years, I decided a few minuteslater as she slumped in defeat against the door crying for all she was worth,her body taut with shame and misery, her eyes glassy with tears, her nose red,her cheeks. Alan looked at me all annoyed and aggravated, 'watch where you are going, dumb ass', Alan said. I looked in to his eyes and sudden there came over me a strange weird feeling. Alan's eyes were full of hate and then slowly turned into a kindness glaze. Alan spoke 'I know you, you're that k** name Davy', 'No', I answered 'I am David and don't call me Davy!' Alan smiled and looked around us to see if we were attracting any attention. With a determined touch Alan led me down the hall by my wrist. .