'We had better get her undressed and out of these clothes, she will feel so much better when she is wearing her proper clothes,' said Abigail's Mother...The girl agreed and they started to untie me. Once the bonds were released they started to pull my clothes off. I franticly struggled to stop them, trying to stop them seeing my body, not wanting them to laugh at me. My shoes and socks, my coat and shirt and then my trousers and underwear were stripped from me with little effort, their strong. I looked up-and there stood Stacy's Mom-wearing nothing but a towel! Jesus Christ, I thought I was going to fall right off the mower!She waved, and I turned the mower off. "Hello, Jimmy," she said. "I was coming out of the shower and heard the noise, and was just making sure it was you." It's me," I grinned. She stood there on the porch smiling at me. The towel covered the important places-her boobs and her snatch-but just barely. I popped a boner in record time. And I tried not to stare, but I. Surely there had to be a farm close by, and she could use their phone to call Paul and get him to come and collect her.But she could see no lights anywhere. As the moon came from behind a cloud she was just able to see the dial on her watch, eight fifteen. Where was Paul. She had been due at the cabin by six. Surely he had to guess she had got lost, and come to find her.She stopped and looked back the way she had come. Nothing. Total blackness. Every way she looked it was the same. The curse of. She was showing so much cleavage that it was difficult not to stare. Paula noticed and just smiled saying that I hoped I didn't mind but as I was a bit early she was still trying on a few clothes she had bought earlier that day. She'd make me a coffee if I sat down in the lounge.When Paula returned she put the cup on the table right beside me, leaning over as she did so. Her huge breasts were now close enough to lick, while Paula said I want to show you something you've never seen before. With.