"Okay," she said, "follow me." She squeezed from the front seat into the back of the minivan. I followed her (it wasn't easy—I should have used the ...oors to get out and back in). She got on the backseat on all fours, that luscious ass of hers in the air, "Go ahead. Fuck me." I was practically busting out of my pants. Her jeans were already unbuttoned and unzipped. I took hold of the waist and worked them down over her curves taking her panties down with them. "See my pussy?" she called over her. My pussy was tingling with the expectation that something forbidden was about to happen. I could understand how people get addicted to peeking in windows at night. The risk of getting caught heightens the excitement -- but so does the uncertainty of what might happen. Henry didn't disappoint. Soon his fingertips tweaked his nipples while he cooed into the phone. I mirrored him with my own fingers. He leaned forward and slipped off his T-shirt. I was actually a little disappointed to see that. It was really rather sad to watch my father and his buddies strut confidently into the meeting room all the while knowing how easily their idea would be shot down. At various times throughout the course of them planning it, I had half way considered voicing my concerns to one of the other members of his group, but quickly ruled that out, as they were all military men, who shared the same mindset that children should be seen and not heard.I watched as my father explained their idea of taking a. "I suppose that was meant to be a dig at Mom. I didn't take it as such. "Well, there's one way to find out. Actually, I think we are. You hve a lot of his face and body type, while I take more after Mom."We were walking around the park across the street from her apartment building. It was the seventh day of our vacation, and this was the "down" part of the trip. Mom might get excited about having the whole family together again, but frankly I thought Melissa was being a Gloomy Gus just one time.