I would not be me, if I just let it go like you have." Bea," Helen said, "you know that Ben and I don't like the way Shelly treats you. For the life o... me I don't see why you keep going over to her house to be treated like that; but we don't say anything, because that is your decision as to who you like and who you don't. I think that if we can't say anything bad about your choices, then you shouldn't say anything bad to us about our choices. Does that make more sense to you, now?" Mom, I. It was a chilly late March morning the sky was overcast and gray. Forthe first hour I tried a little small talk but didn't get much out of mytaciturn companion. After passing through Hartford, we were drivingsouth on I 91in the middle travel lane. There had been a large trucknext to us for a while and the noise was irritating. I glanced over andsaw the truck driver leering down at me, my denim skirt had riddenpretty high up on my thigh. For some reason instead of covering up, Ifound myself. Erin stood up and took off her slacks just leaving her in her black lace thong that fit perfectly and removed John’s pants as well and sat John’s lap and she could feel his dick pressing against her wet pussy. He continued to suck on her tits and he also started to rub her pussy felling how wet she is. John growing ever excited his dick was as hard has it has ever been, the 9 inches trying to get out of his boxers. Erin feeling the presser growing removed his boxers and her black thong, leaving. Perhaps we should get our friendly clerk to help us out.” Nelson glanced at his niece. She blushed deeply and nodded. Gwen said, “Okay, it’s worth a try.” Gwen approached the clerk with his business card in her hand. “Jeffrey? Hi. On second thought, we do have some questions about our new toys. Do you have some time to spare for us?” Jeffrey, his face eager at first, now registered doubt as he saw Nelson and Wendy approach the counter with equally big smiles. “Well… yes, how may I help you?”.