But shecould not be somebody who she was not. She told me that fantasies andoccasional affairs kept her sane while she stayed Steve's wife. She told...addy that she did not know that Steve was banging our mother, but I amnot sure I believe her.On the plus she was there for us, a little. She had only just buried herhusband and settled his affairs, and his other woman was dead. She feltsorry for Daddy, and for me also. But when Daddy told her what he wantedto do, she agreed to help him.Maybe. ‘So who’s your driver?’ ‘Brad, this is Tiffany and she and I make up a pretty good team.’ ‘How long have you been driving?’ He asked her. ‘This is our first crack as a team at anything like this and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Matt and his patience and encouragement, plus the fact that it’s his car. He’s a good co-driver in that he’s taught me how to read the road and conditions and, let me tell you I needed him today. This prologue is a long way from driving to work.’ ‘And Matt, you’re. She moved with him, using one hand to pull the skin of his cock toward the base, with the tightest of grips. The head of his cock swelled purple and massive as her mouth again descended on it, her head bobbing furiously as she alternately sucked and licked it. Her eyes never left his as she ravished his cock, the picture of pure submission. Just as he knew she had to be surprised to find him with a hard cock just after a shower, he was also sure she didn’t know that he had a load of cum ‘cocked. “We will see to that later.”We dressed, gathered the two towels from the baggage compartment, and walked to the bath house. We quickly found the items we needed – and we also found that hot water wasn’t on the list of amenities. Even in summer, it was freezing cold, and we yelped our way through our showers. We washed out our clothes while we were there, since the only other item of clothing we had between us was an old T-shirt I’d stuffed into my range bag. I washed it, too. When we were done,.