Just as Mitchell reached for the towel, Jack Watson came running out of the pool house naked as a jaybird and Jen was two steps behind him in the same... condition."Mrs. Lawson, are you OK?" Mommy, what happened?" Calm down everyone. Everything is just fine. Heather just fell into the pool. Now go back to what you were doing, but Jen, you may want to wipe off your legs."Jen looked at her legs. Cum was dripping from her cunt and running down her legs. "After you clean your tits, Ma." Oh, never. The skinhead’s eyes flicked between the machine pistol and Thomas and back to the gun. Thomas hadn’t even had time to draw breath to shout in all this time before the Nazi-loving redneck made his decision and sprinted straight at the window.Another crash, of glass this time, and the man was straight through the window pane and running towards the rear of the house.“We’ve got a runner!” Thomas yelled before setting off after him.His shotgun tucked behind his back; Tom sprang through the window. . What about a hotel?"Brenda giggled. "That means hanky-panky."He giggled back at her. "I certainly hope so."She left the cocktail lounge hanging on his arm.The fresh air outside cleared her head a bit and she deliberately leaned her body against his as they walked to her car. He said he had his car in a mechanic's place, but she thought maybe he was worried she would find out who he was.Inside the car it was his turn to put a hand on her thigh. He kept the hand there as she drove to a motel. It was a very dark blue, very low-cut in front, but it did actually accent her bosom in a way she was not exactly displeased with. The dress was ankle length and with high heels she felt more ladylike. Her natural skin tones showed well. She walked out to the car and as she sat in the back seat virtually all her leg was on view, only the smallest cover over her crotch, and if she leaned forward most of her breasts were are display. Totally too tarty; it was obviously what Rufus imagined for.