She wiped herself and pulled down her dress and made to go back to her car when she heard a voice say: “Are you okay? Do you need a hand?”She look...ed around and she saw a tall and stocky man, in his forties, wearing a pair of overalls. “Was just checking the perimeter fencing when I heard something in the bushes and saw you step out. I have five c***dren, so I know what can happen. The youngest is only two, the oldest is twelve,” he said, with a big grin. “I wish we could have more. But she. " and paused as she suddenly felt her heart begin to sink. She would have been lying if she'd said at that moment that that was the first time she'd thought of Ashlee since she'd started to relax and make the best of her fresh start with new people, but she'd managed so far to keep those thoughts to herself and generally only suffered from them late at night or when she was alone and it was safe to cry without being questioned as to why. Now, however, she was not alone and while she wasn't on. Did I dare take any more off? I pulled the front of my shorts out and looked inside. I could see the little nest of curly hairs. Looking round again, I slowly pulled down the shorts and stepped out of them. And that was it – I could feel the warm air on my fully naked body. It felt so naughty, and good at the same time. I looked round – what if someone was looking out of their bedroom window and saw me? What would they think? Even in the near dark, surely they’d be able to see the little dark. My pussy found it totally arousing. I hated that, how my body reacted when guys humiliated me or got a little rough, but the more I tried to suppress it the more I thought about it and the more it turned me on.I didn’t get to clean up before I was dropped back home, so there I was, sneaking (as much as anyone can really sneak in flip flops) my skinny ass up our long-ass driveway at, like, midnight, in my soaked little PJ shorts and cum-stained t-shirt that did jack shit to hide the little brown.