I'm no.. not really.. in.. toguys..."There's a pause, and a little sigh, "Oh honey.. what have you gottenyourself into?"I shrug. "I.. don't know... d.... didn't get much choice..." Well.. you're going to make an impact dear.. hopefully enough to have himeating out of your hand." Sienna kisses my neck. "Now where is Kendra withthose stockings?" Here.." she scurries up, aware of a slight change of atmosphere, and rollsthe dark barely black stockings up my legs caressing them softly as shedoes,. The 700 hp motor moving the car along at speeds of 180-200 mph always gave him a rush, he also knew he had a strong car to backup his skills as a driver. This was going to be his year he felt certian of it. "I'm going to win Daytona, I have the car to beat." Wyatt thought to himself as he climbed into the car. After he recieved some final instructions from his crew chief Wyatt started the car and felt the power surge through the car and through his own body filling him with energy. Wyatt drove. Ben was her oldest kid, at 19 with his sister Jen following close behind at 18. Jen had just graduated high school and was going to be heading down to Stanford for college. She was a beautiful as she was smart with long, dark hair that fell to her shoulders, and a well proportioned body of an athlete. Her breast were smaller than her mothers, but she made the most of what she had wearing low cut shirts, and tight t-shirts that showed off her assets to the fullest. She seemed to enjoy teasing. ” She got up from the couch as if to do so, but instead stripped off her t-shirt. “That’s better.” She was wearing a pretty white bra with lace trimmings. I’m not an expert on lingerie, but it looked to be aiming for sexy more than functional. It was succeeding. Never one for half measures, my mother slipped out of her shorts, revealing skimpy bikini panties, also white, and embroidered at the front. I couldn’t help but stare. In truth I was trying to see through the embroidered front for a.