I toss her another beer. Fran stares at me. “I dare you to hold this over your face and lie down” She throws Dan’s t-shirt at me. I’m nervous...but I’m not going to chicken out. I hold it in place and lay flat. I hear movement and whispers but can’t figure out what’s going on. All of a sudden I feel a hand on my ankle working it’s way slowly up my shorts. It doesn’t stop. It goes under my shorts leg and gets ever closer to my balls. With a couple of finger tips it tickles the lowest point of my. "There was no way to stop. If you have ever been there you know there is no way to stop. Her ass was hovering off the seat. My lips had just left her clit to be replaced with my thumb as my fingers searched the depths of her pussy. I had her nipple between my teeth."BJ, we're home," someone said.I did not care. Lorrie was going to cum and I along with her. We were connected, our wants, our needs our passion. We were one.Then Lorrie announced to the world that she was cuming as loudly as her. At least not until the end of the experiment.Moving in with Zeke was easier than I thought as he brought a coupleof his old frat buddies and all I had to do was direct them. Theyeven finished by hoisting me on their shoulders, hooting and holleringthe whole way, and depositing me in the cab of the rented moving ruck.Zeke tried to make a joke about my driver's license now matching myliving address, but he shut up when he saw my angry stare. When wewere finally unloaded, I overheard one of. ”Dad laughed. “That was my side of the family, not his!”Maryland had DMV offices that were open on Saturday mornings, so we went over that weekend and picked up the paperwork and applied for my permit. I also went into town and registered with a driver’s ed school. Classes would be twice a week, an hour a night, for five weeks. I also signed up for the live training, where a driving instructor would come out to the house after school, and I would get behind the wheel of his car.This part.