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dropped the towel as she walked through the door. She glanced at her naked body in the mirror that sat in the room and saw how swollen and red her pussy lips were. She smiled as she thought about Mitch and how he had done that to her body.
Alissa walked over to her suitcase and tossed it up onto her large bed. It bounced before it lay flat on the bed and she opened it. On the top of the clothes was a purple nightie that was completely see-through. It was one of the strange gifts that her mother had bought for her.
Alissa always assumed that it was because she was heavy. She thought that her mother was trying in some weird way to make her feel pretty but now she wondered if even that were true. Angel had no problem with her daughter wearing this nightie in front of company or even in front of her father.
She might as well have just walked around the house naked because the gowns her mother bought her left nothing to the imagination. Alissa shook her head as she wondered why her mother was so different from all the other mothers and slipped the gown over her head. It fell beautifully down her body and hung just below her butt. If she raised her arms in the air the dress came up above her pussy, and Alissa remembered how she had done this in front of several of her parents' friends and had never gotten so much as a sideways glance from either of them.
Of course the friends took notice and she had gotten her pussy played with on several occasions when her parents would leave the room. She closed her suitcase and pulled it back into the floor wondering how they could be so oblivious.
Alissa climbed into the bed and sat on top of the covers. She allowed her legs to fall far apart, the cool air made her pussy lips feel much better and it helped her to relax. Her mother had sat two slices of pizza next to her bed and a small bottle of coke. She wished that Angel had given her more food, but figured she would go downstairs after everyone was asleep to get more.
She reached for the remote control off of her night stand and flicked on the television. She had no idea why the doctor called this a cabin. It had all of the same things that her house had, cable, internet, running water, telephones and anything else that she could have wanted.
The only difference was that it was sitting on a lake and they did not have to get up for school or work every morning while they were there. Alissa was lost in thought as she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye. In her door way stood Mitch with a pizza box in one hand and a large bottle of soda in the other. Under his arm he had a bottle of whiskey.
Alissa smiled as she saw the whiskey. She knew her body could not take any more, but the whiskey would help the pain go away. Mitch walked over to her bed and lay the pizza down.
“Do your parents know you dress like that for bed,” he asked her half joking.
“Actually,” she replied to him. “My mother bought me this and yes, I wear stuff like this all of the time.”
Mitch just shook his head, he would never understand how Angel and John came up with their parenting ideas. He agreed that it was important to make a girl feel beautiful, but he was also beginning to understand why she slept around so much. From the time she was a young girl she had been given sexy clothing to wear and thought that this was normal. Of course she would think having sex with different men was normal.
Mitch tried not to analyze Alissa too much. He had no room to talk. He could not even count the number of women he had slept with in his life. Hell, he didn’t even know all of their names.
Mitch walked to the other side of the bed and climbed up next to Alissa. “What are you watching?” he asked.
“I have no idea,” she said, looking at the television for the first time since she had turned it on. “I only turned it on to have some noise.”
Mitch looked at the television and took the remote out of her hand. “You like noise,” he asked making a