Walking away, I could just see the bottom curves of my ass cheeks and when I leaned forward, yes, there it is, just the bottom of my slit peeking out ...rom between my thighs. I bent like I might to pick something up and, looking back, oh pussy for sure. Right there. Unmissable. "Oh, hon, you could turn-on a telephone pole the way you look. You just wait, you're gonna love this, I just know you will. I sure will. Ready?" It was about a thirty mile drive across the city and I was trying to keep. Burt and Robert were working up this morning’s surveillance report of the groups. A special courier delivered all the videotape from all the campaign stops that the five candidates had made. They had been smart enough to videotape all the protesters.They were working on putting all the images into a facial recognition program that could be used at the convention center. The cameras would scan everyone coming into the convention center from the limited access lines. Anyone who had been involved. Unpacking her toiletries from her suitcase she grabbed her razor. “Dammit!” she noticed, she forgot shaving cream. Ah well, soap it is. Luckily she did remember her shampoo and conditioner. The shampoo will have to do for shaving. She stripped quickly and methodically and stepped behind the opaque shower curtain into the hot flowing water. Gawd it felt good! The tension in Julia’s shoulders drained down with the water flowing over her body. Being a natural redhead, she didn’t tan a lot, but she. No! Thats disgusting! Its absolutely not fucking natural, dont even say that! Youre sick. You need help. I ought to call the police right now and… I heard a muffled shriek and a clatter with a bang. It seemed like Brian had grabbed my mother and possibly put his hand over her mouth to keep her from shouting anymore. I heard more shuffling around and I crept out of my room to peer down the staircase, hoping I might see what was happening. Brian had his arms around my mother, one of them over her.