Saturday mornings we usually slept late, unless dad had to work, and then sometimes I would wake up with him and go in. This Saturday I woke up early,... but to the smell of breakfast cooking. My step-mom was an amazing cook and decided to make breakfast for dad and I. After we ate dad and I were going to clean up and she told us to leave it, she will clean up later, after we all go about our day. So with that, we went into the living room where I took my place on the recliner. My step-mom laid. She'd worn a tight little miniskirt one time that had kept him wound up for hours. Another time she'd worn a little cotton flip skirt, a flirty little blue and white checked thing that she just loved because of the way it moved and floated around her legs. They'd gone upstairs and had fantastic sex. He'd insisted she keep it on; he flipped it up, pulled away her panties and eaten her past all endurance. They'd done it lying on the bed, standing up against the dresser and desk, and doggy style. ‘Yeah well you know me and crowds,’ Brandon said with a smile. ‘Besides Mel, this is your night you should be enjoying it.’ Then after a beat he said, ‘You look stunning by the way.’ Mel smiled back and said, ‘Why thank you dear I’m glad you like the dress, I wore it for you.’ Brandon stared at her and laughed saying, ‘No you didn’t Mel! You wore the dress to show off, this is your victory party you are queen of the ball, the empress of the evening.’ ‘Then I wore it for my king, my emperor.’. The men had some form of what looked to be a canvas shirts and a few had a form of leather vest over it, with wide leather belts holding up what looked to be thick and uncomfortable cloth or canvas pants.Everything they were wearing was some form of brown or light brown.As he walked further into the little town he noticed more people stopping to stare at him. Even the little kids stopped and stared. It was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.As he continued to walk on headed towards the.