The boss seemed to be a woman they called Grannie, although I wasn’t sure why. She looked barely old enough to maybe be my mom.One night the weather...looked grim and I was debating whether to drive into the night. Grannie came over and said she’d just heard from the state police that the roads were getting closed. I called my dispatcher and he agreed I’d better wait it out.My truck isn’t a sleeper so it would be uncomfortable. Good ole Grannie came to my rescue. “You’d freeze to death in that. It’s why we come a few days before Memorial Day, and leave after Labour Day. A few hours later I go up and read my Kindle, before heading to bed. It’s a little after one and I know I have to get up early to see Daniel. However, I have a sleepless night, tossing and turning. The dreams I have are of my Owl and can’t get him out of my head. I don’t dream about simple things, but things I never saw him as. Like mine, not like mine as a friend, but more. It leaves a funny feeling between my legs.. The following morning my mind a turmoil of thoughts about the step I am taking makes me distracted and distant during breakfast. In reply to Bob’s question, “Are you okay?"I mumble, “Yes,” and leave the table to get dressed. Since I am not going to the office this morning I opt for something else than my standard power clothes. A simple blouse, skirt and a pair of sandals will do it. I look at myself in the mirror and like what I see. I wonder if my skirt is too short it reaches about four. One guy was behind her, holding her hips and slamming a good sized pecker deep into her cunt. Uncle Ken and the other guy were at her face and she was going back and forth from one dick to the other, giving them great head. My uncle saw me and gave me a wink. I held my finger up in front of my lips to tell him not to give me away. Mom moaned with pleasure and her D-cup tits slapped back and forth each time she was pounded from behind.I stood in the doorway and watched my mom get ganged and.