Now, flirtatious was too soft a word. Under Marisol’s long coat were simple-enough jeans but a tank top so oversized the shoulder straps fell limply...over her plump breasts. Not only could you see the contours of her nipples through the white, ribbed fabric, but the wide neck and open sides completed the not-much-left-to-the-imagination look. From this point on, she had to take careful steps and restrict arm movements or one of her perky jubblies was sure to slip out.Archie turned around as if. She dedicated herself to her daughter and living a quiet and chaste life.Now, it was two years after Alan's intervention to save Kate's daughter and Alan was readying for a field trip to a town next to where his ex-wife Kate lived. Alan had thought long and hard and decided it was time to remove Kate from Purgatory.Alan went to his son Alex and asked a simple question, "Would you like to see your mother?" Could I, Dad? Really? It's been so long. Do you think she remembers me?" His son said. I opened my eyes blearily. A dying campfire greeted my visage. Glowing white embers gave off half-hearted smoke as they cooled in the breeze of the forest. In the sky, the purple hues of twilight were giving way to the pink and orange of a new dawn.A blanket was wrapped tightly around my body restricting my arms, causing the uncomfortable warmth that had roused me into wakefulness.I sat up, and after an embarrassing amount of effort, I managed to slip from the blanket's grasp.The cool morning. He chose this particular LBD because of the way it fit me–skin tight, it clung to me like wet toilet paper! But the thing he most enjoyed was the front zipper which ran from the scooped neckline, cut low enough it showed my cleavage very well, down to just below my navel.He pulled the zipper down agonizingly slow, making me tremble as more and more of me was revealed to him.Once the zipper finally reached the bottom, Master pulled me forward a bit and slipped the straps off my shoulders and.