Their breasts are bare, but tape or pasties cover their nipples... for now.People walking by often think that the hood which covers my head is for pun...shment. It could be used for that if the eye holes were sealed and I had earplugs in my ears. But my ears are clear and the eye slits are open. I can’t see much through them, but they are open. The hood is not to punish me. It is to protect my identity.I don’t think any of the people who work with me would be here in the club, but it would. I might have had a little drink or two... Or three or four. And then maybe a few more. But I'm fine." We kept silent for a minute, the entire time mom was looking me up and down, with her eyes stopping to glare at my... No, it couldn't have been. I was just imagining it. "So fine." She said, breaking the silence. "So it's a good thing you're taking me home tonight. I went to that bar knowing I would either get drunk, or get taken for a ride by some cute guy... Guess it was both." I didn't. I was in a knee-length skirt and blouse with bra while Daphne was prancing around in a cropped top that was exposing not only her stomach but also the shape of her breasts and nipples as she wasn't wearing a bra. Chris was busy outside making a slingshot."She's beautiful," commented Steve looking at Daphne, who was reading a comic in bed.I lifted my head and saw that her tits were clearly visible but didn't say anything because I knew she wouldn't listen."How are you, Ingrid? Was missing you,". And only arriving after seven p.m., that evening. That’s why I figured that cutting the journey in half would simply make the experience far more enjoyable. I had also never stayed in the small town that served as the halfway point.Arriving at a respectable hour that afternoon I booked into the B&B I had prearranged. I decided to have a short lie-down prior to meandering through the small town.An hour later, on my reconnaissance, I found the little town to be rather pretty as I imbibed its.