About 30 minutes later and they were banging down a country road, the campervan lurched with every pot hole. “I feel sick!” Amy whimpered.“Then ...top looking at Craig,” Michelle whispered to her, they both started to giggle. BANG! The biggest pot hole so far made the RV rattle horribly. Michelles dad grunted, bringing the RV to a halt. “Sorry guys, looks like we’ve popped a tire people. Adam, check and see if we have any spare tires; I'm going to take off the popped tire.” He went to open the. . “Ooof! Holy shit! Somebody just stuffed a redwood up my twat!”“A little too exuberant, little lady?”She gasped, then giggled again, “Oh HELL NO ... just ... you might have to help me move a little. I seem to be stuck!”I stood up, taking her with me and walked over to a wide-eyed Sarah, “Hey sweetie, do you think you could help us out here? I think she needs a little more lubrication...”Sarah summoned Mary who broke into a giggle-fit. “Okay Sheila, lean back and let us at your pussy” Mary told. "The only funny feeling your father gets is between his legs... Okay, if you want to. You can sleep with Daddy tonight. I'll take the couch." You can have my room," Steph offered, already sliding in between the sheets on her mother's side of the bed."Gee, thanks honey, didn't know you had such a big heart," my wife kidded. "But aren't you gonna take off your clothes?"The question was asked so matter-of-factly that both Stephanie and I knew immediately that my wife had been quite sincere. She. I wriggled out of my jeans and pulled up the huggers, they were tight but fit beautifully. They really dipped in front so I was going to have to be really careful not to stretch up in them or else everyone would get an eyeful of my pubes.I squatted almost to the floor because I wanted dad to tell me how much of my bum you could see like that. I knew from all my friends who had them that when you bent over or squatted like that, you could see as much as you were willing to show but I wanted.