After the doctor returned and announced me fit to go home (but not todrive) a heated discussion ensued as to how I would be getting there,and how I wo...ld get my car. Daddy and John finally decided betweenthem that John would drive me home then he and daddy would retrieve mycar from the bar sometime that afternoon, after we'd all had a chanceto rest. My desire to be taken to my car and Mother's suggestion thatI be taken to my parents' house were both met with rolled eyes andunblinking denial. . . I’m scared. I've never..." "Shhh." His hands roamed all over my body, never touching my breasts or pussy. I was starting to like this, and he laughed. "You're not fighting anymore, are you?" his fingers pressed into my pussy lips and feeling how gushing wet it was, he smirked. Fucking slut. You know you want this, don't you?" he pushed his fingers up at my mouth and I sucked greedily at them. He sighed and I could see how hard he was, a thick drop of precum on his cock. I bent forward and. ”Even though he did drive slowly, it seemed like it was only a minute before we were in front of Amanda’s house. We got the children up and Brian carried Tammy into the house. They revived a little and started telling their mother about their day. She grinned at me with a question in her eyes. “Yes,” I mouthed while Brian had his back turned. Her grin got bigger and she hugged us both.We stood outside awkwardly. “Angel, thank you for today. It’s...”I put my finger to his lips. “What it is is. This is where the cheese forms and we don’t want that" she whispered, brushing my cock helmet with her finger right beneath the ridge, all across the canal. She would slowly draw a line with her long nails across my now protuberant veins that have encased my penis in a blue pulsating network.The cheese she was referring to was of course “baby-talk” for smegma and I was old enough to use the word, but her old nurse background made her use this kind of talk even around us. She called cocks.