The terrified, captured mom started to struggle as they clapped. One of the guys began to unbutton her shirt, exposing her sheer black bra. The crowd ...now cheered louder as Renee continued to struggle, her cries drowned out by the mob.They began to chant, "Skirt! Skirt! Skirt! Skirt!" over and over again, till someone pulled her skirt down and off, exposing her shiny red spandex string bikini panties.Renee started to cry as the front of her bra is unclasped and opened, her generous breasts. The change was profound, but it was a change I loved, a change that bespoke of two people who have come together, really come together, as one. My father had been gone for so long that, if he and my mom ever had anything like this, I don’t remember it. I wonder if Jen’s parents have this kind of relationship. They seemed to, and Jen loved them dearly, but what did I know. I do remember them holding hands while sitting on the couch talking to us. Jen got out of the tub, and drained her. "Beth took another sip of her drink and said, "I'll tell you it has been fun. I don't know the last time I did something like this. Normally I don't eat that often at home. A sandwich or quick meal is the usual fare. With Stacy away at school, there are fewer opportunities to cook and cooking for one is no fun. I like any other woman need to watch my weight." I have been watching your weight as well and in my opinion all of it is in the right places. You are one beautiful woman and a pleasure. Pamela was pushed back inside, the door was closed, and it was locked. I know I was shaking in my boots.My wife pushed Pamela all the way into the back bedroom. Both of her hands were on Pamela’s tits as she pushed her. The door was closed and locked. I sat patiently waiting for the gunshot.It was quiet, too quiet as I waited. It took a long time. For over an hour I awaited my fate. Finally the door opened up a crack and from behind the door my wife said, “Get in here.”Obediently I walked to.