I shouted at him that he was a pervert; but the bastard just laughed.Once I finished, I just climbed back into the cab and shut the door.I told him th...t he should give me the trip for free for letting him enjoy the strip show. He laughed, saying I should let him to take a closer look of my curves…I thought about it and answered I would let him; but he would not charge the voyage on me.He laughed again, saying he would pull over and come into the back seat to play with my tits…I insisted, only. As she ran to the bathroom John wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply upon my lips. Once again it was a loving caring kiss filled with fire and passion.“You two should really get an room and mom your ass is showing,” Michelle said as she returned joining us again.“Michelle,” I yelled.“And a fine looking ass it is,” John said as he looked behind me at my exposed butt.“JOHN,” I yelled smacking his arm.I told Michelle to keep John company while I went and got dressed. Michelle grabbed. Sandy always reminded me of what the blond cheerleader in high school that caught every guys eye would look like ten or fifteen years after high school. We had begun a close friendship with Dave and Sandy the first day we met them. It was in late April or early May and I was in the front yard working on our sprinkler system. I was cleaning the sprinkler heads from the winter mud that was caked around them and getting ready for the summer yard care. Dave came out from his garage, saw me and said. In fact, their cuteness was now really more beauty. Owen, who I remembered as a cute little boy, was now about six feet tall, a rangy, sturdy young man with a mop of sun-bleached blond curls and muscles from working out and being on the high school soccer team. Equally amazing was Olivia, now unmistakably a woman in the making. About five-six, tanned, slender, long-legged, she had a figure that I only dreamed about at her age. It was really the next morning when I was able to see just how much.