She sensed that cock that was poling stiffly into her mouth and throat tensing in forceful trembling spasms, and the hand behind her head gripping har...er. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock all the way down her throat to meet the one penetrating her far up into her bowels, and the exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly.God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth... to swallow his come and feel it dribble down her throat... then, she. I smiled, took her hand, headed back up to my room, stripped her, got her in panties and a bra, and waited. A few minutes later, the request I made arrived at the door.The driving suit for teens fit her body perfectly. I handed her the helmet and changed. Down in the main office for the driving school, I had her sign all the required waivers. When they told me that everything was good to go the woman that runs the school came out to ask what the hell I was doing.“She had a bit of a problem in. Jack bit his lower lip and then answered, “She’s not in a very good mood. I don’t think that she wants to be around anyone at the moment.”Irritated at Jack’s inability to deal with Abby, Claire said, “Let me talk to her.”“She’s in a pretty foul mood,” Jack said scratching the back of his neck. He was afraid to say much more than that.“Then she needs a friendly shoulder to cry on,” Claire said thinking that it should be his shoulder that was offered.“She’s just as likely to bite that shoulder as. And mean about it,” said first wife.“We’ve been wondering...” said the younger. She was tentative in sliding lower. I liked the direction she was taking. Promising.“Spring? Look what I found,” she said to her sister.“Be careful,” Spring said,” You know how sore it’s been.”“Sore? As in painful? I’ve been ignoring you both?”“Well, yes,” said the younger, she found her target, “Spring Meadow ... he didn’t slap me ... come down here.”Spring burrowed under the robe. A second set of fingers.