There's plenty of room in my old Bronco." My confusion is apparent. How did he know? Without a word, he gestures to the back of my Volvo at the dog bl...nket covered in Griffin's hair. "But he'll have to put up with my mutt Guinness. He's small but a bit of a car hog." As excited as I was to show him my favorite hike with all of its beautiful waterfalls and rock formations along the way, I feel myself accepting his plans and letting him take the lead. This is new for me. His confidence and. I watched a music video on there. As it was playing, I began undressing. I had a lot of clothes to try on. First I just tried on my tops, and a couple hats I got too. Eventually though, I got to my bras and panties some of my friends gave me. One of them gave me a thong, which I thought was weird."Yeah, I'm sure the guys would love seeing this stick out a bit," I said to myself.I was sure I wouldn't wear it very often, if at all. Thongs just weren't my thing. Nevertheless, I wanted to try it. There was a momentary flurry of activity as he attempted to hide his cock from his step sister's gaze and stash what was in his hand. "Megan, what the hell are you doing here?" "Just watching." "Can't a guy have some privacy?" "Only if the guy learns to keep his door shut tight." He did not have an answer. Megan was surprised that his cock did not totally wilt as she entered the room and that it had remained half erect as its outline that was visible under the thin sheet. She walked up next to. As she settled into my lap and we popped the tops of our ice-cold beers, Shelly pulled out of the driveway and journey began.With a bit of giggling and wriggling I eventually got mom settled comfortably on my lap. We sipped our beers and chattered on about the forthcoming wedding. Mom and Shelly had the usual snide comments about a woman remarrying in her mid-life. As mom was widow and Shelly a divorcee they held the opinion that a woman didn't need a man to complete her. As a male divorcee I.