" Go ahead, Trevor. She is doing nothing with you that she hasn't done already, and if your love is strong enough for all of us, be prepared to show i... to her." She waved the pair of them towards the door, surprised at her own attitude. They exited, to knowing smiles from the experienced Kempe women.In the caravan, Dinah energetically stripped herself, and assisted Trevor in the shedding of his own clothes. She pulled him towards one of the bunks, then put her arms round him, pressing her. Whoops. But he fucking deserved it. ”I can’t believe this!” my mother yelled. “You finally have a stable job, then this happens?!” ”It’s not my fucking fault!” I yelled back. “What should I have done, just let him feel me up?” ”You could’ve called the police, you could’ve reported him!” ”Yeah, that would’ve surely worked out perfectly.” I stood up from the couch, while Eddy was trying to calm down my mother. ”Don’t you walk away young lady!” Clearly, the calming down wasn’t working. “You did a. I see that his taste is women is just as good as his taste in clothing.” It was clear to me that she knew that I was only 17, that I was almost completely inexperienced, and utterly out of my element here. She gracefully led me back to an area of the store with bras, panties, and other mainstream garments. She looked at my face and contemplated my coloring, and suggested that I look at dark greens and reds. We spent some time and I picked out several bra and panty sets that were all more lacy. What's it been? Twenty years? Thirty? Maybe more?” Lucille chuckled. “Still making fun of our age, Thomas? It's barely been ten years, but you're right, we were already wrinkly back then.” Big ol' Tom began to prepare a coffee for Lucille. A coffee black as the night, just the way she loved it. “So how's your little stick insect Rambo doing? You got too old for him?” “Oh Thomas... Yes, sure he was one hell of an bossy tyrant though probably not even eighty pounds soaking wet, but as you know....