Never one for half measures, my mother slipped out of her shorts, revealing skimpy bikini panties, also white, and embroidered at the front. I couldn...��t help but stare. In truth I was trying to see through the embroidered front for a glimpse of her pussy, or at least her pubic hair. I had seen my mother’s breasts, and they were gorgeous, but I had never seen ‘below the waist’. And then Mom unhooked her bra and slung it carelessly in my direction. It landed on my leg, and I could feel the. Nena looked at him in horror and began babbling. "Papa ... please ... Papa ... it's not ... it's not what you think ... Constancia ... Constancia has been blackmailing me." What!" her father yelled, "Do you realize you cheap puta that Constancia is the one that led me to this perversion?" Nena looked at her father helplessly as he folded the thick belt in half. Almost begging, she said, "Please Papa ... don't hurt me ... it's not what you think ... please!" She began crying, her body shook. Then she reached to pull her shirt off."Right now, right here?" she laughed. She was surprised I let her finish getting her shirt off before I took her hand again."Right now, out there," I chuckled, pointing to the pasture. The grass out there was thigh-high. We really needed to get the horses down here but hadn't dared to move them with all the construction going on. We just couldn't focus on making their environment safe, too. Liz and I ran out into the pasture nearly to the edge of the woods. He resealed the bag, carefully expelling as much air as he could. He closed the file, and placed it, along with all his evidence bags back into the plastic box, firmly closing the lid. The box was set on top of a stack of shelves, carefully placed with five others. Each box was neatly labeled and dated. He could remember each and every one of them without looking into those boxes. And he could remember the others, the ones that he had done before the knife. The ones that were buried and hidden.