"I'm going to spank you baby, ten whacks. I want you to count after each one,do you hear me?"I could hear his voice but his fingers had dipped between... my lips and wereslowly twirling them around and around my clit making it hard to understandanything that he said. His hand withdrew and a quick rap came down on mybehind to clear my head. I let out a little yelp but loved the feel of the quicksting that took over."Yes Daddy, count to ten." That's my good girl."He stroked my head and kissed my. I wanted her to stew a bit before I gave her my 'nude beach' sales spiel.I bought two wigs that day. Some body paint. Some weird sunglasses – a man's pair and a woman's. A wide brimmed hat. A beard. Fake moustaches. More than enough stuff to disguise two nude bike riders. To disguise a mother and her son.It was just after eleven at night when I finally got home. I'd been in my room for only about five minutes before mom appeared in my doorway. She found me sitting at my desk facing my computer.. I quivered, “Down girl, we have some shopping to do!”I finished the errands and returned home at 4:30p. Parked the car, and started carrying bags into the house. Ron saw me, came out, kissed me hello and offered to help. I told him thanks, and then quickly grabbed the two small bags, took them inside, and straight to my bedroom. Once there I hid one from the sex boutique in the closet. The other one was just toiletries and I put them away. I then walked back to the kitchen to help put the. He could feel how clammy it was, the cold sweat of nervousness..."I believe we are safe here," he continued. "This area is sparsely populated, and a lot of the worst of the problems will probably happen in the cities or when the city people can't feed or protect themselves and become refugees. Our best defense locally is that we can't be found. Hiding can and will keep us safe if these suspicions of mine are correct."He stopped and looked at both of the women, who as of yet had said nothing and.