"Ah, yes." She walked up to me, reached out and lifted my head up so that I was looking directly into her eyes."Why were you... masturbating with a pa...r of my panties in your hand?" I... well... I" I was stammering and stuttering trying to think of an excuse, any reasonable excuse but nothing came to mind. "Mom, I'm sorry but ever since I saw 'that' picture of you I just..." Picture? What picture?" The one that dad took of you... uh, you know..." WHAT GOD DAMN PICTURE BILLY?"Tears welled up in. Samantha just smiled and told her mother that that was why we were there. We filled the back of my car, my trunk, and I tied a few things to the roof. Samantha was all mine!That night we went back to the bar and she accepted the job for Friday and Saturday if he would throw in an extra day too. Since Monday was his worst day of the week she took it but she wanted to dance the noon hour and return right after the work crowd arrived to dance until closing.Word had spread quickly because when we. Moving slowly, very slowly up to her velvety folds of her pussy. I use the towel to playfully rub against her slit and now aroused clit. A very soft moan escapes her mouth " oooohhhh..mmmm," as the towel brushes against her clit. With her body completely dry now, I let the towel drop to the floor, and my hands caress her inner thighs, up the back of her thighs, and up her ass cheeks. They then move up the small of her back, sending waves of pleasure through her body and my hands finally come to. The Japanese sword is, after all, the best--Sanosuke: Where're you going, you slit-eyed bastard. We're not finished yet.(He is bleeding heavily, but on his feet.)Saitou: You show good spirit. But it'd be better if you just went quietly to sleep. The wound is not life-threatening, but it's deep.Sanosuke (charging): Shut up! I may be wounded, but your sword's broken! The fight starts here!(Saitou blocks the punch, then drives the fragment of sword deeper into Sanosuke's shoulder. Sanosuke reels..