Oh well, better get some sleep’ I thought to myself as I lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the smell of bacon, and went dow...nstairs to see what was happening. I could not believe my eyes, Gabriella was cooking bacon and eggs for everyone, but that wasn’t the best part. The best part was when I saw what she was wearing. A tight tank top barely covering her big breasts, making them look as though they were struggling to get free. The top was so small that I could easily. Out of the corner of my eye, I got a very good idea, though.She wasn't very tall - a head and a half shorter than me. She was incredibly tight, curvy with nice young firm breasts. She had straight raven black hair to the small of her back and a tan that was a few degrees darker than what could be called tasteful.She obviously kept herself in excellent shape and was very aware of her femininity, however vulgar. Her clothes was painted on, and showed plenty of skin, with a dark, tight top with. As she lay resting on the couch, I occupied my time going through the house locking doors, shutting out various lights, grabbing a chair from the dining room and some duct tape from the garage. Mom watched in silence as I went about my business and if she was at all curious about what I had planned to do she never came out and asked. I believe she just trusted me more than anything that I was going to keep any promises that I make to her.There really was no telling where he went in his rage or. David sat there not daring to move or talk, he wanted to see just how far she was going to take this. Part of him wanted her to stop, while he was still rational enough to walk away, But there was a deeper part that did not want her to stop, and if he was honest a bigger part. She must have seen that in his eyes, because she shifted again, this time placing one small foot on the dash and slowly lifting her skirt. What he saw made his heart slam into his rib cage, she was not wearing any.