Remember? Just talking with you like that... I got so hot then I didn't know what I was doing."When we'd parked at the Rest Stop, she'd taken her hand... out of her pants, looking around, surprised that we had stopped. Seeing that no one was even close to us, she relaxed again, leaning back."Where are we? Why'd we stop?"I explained, "It was getting too difficult for me to keep my eyes on the road. Between listening to you talk about peeing, and watching your hands in your pants, I had little. It's not like they have to adorn the poofy see-through pants and wrist shackles, as stereotypes in human media have you believe, and is somewhat racist towards djinni kind. Now, however, Jean is wearing the most blatant example of sexy genie stereotype. She is indeed wearing royal purple poofy see-through harem pants, and highlights her smooth long legs through the fabric, and arcing into a curved 'v' over her cute behind, in what Jean can only describe as "butt cleavage". Her dainty feet have. She knew what was coming, or so she thought. I was giving her one idea, while intending to do something else. Beginning with just one, I began to feed my fingers into Mistress’ tight bumhole, and listened to the sounds of pleasure she made as I did so. I managed to get three of them in there, as deep as my last set of knuckles, and I’d never previously achieved more than two fingers knuckle deep. I’m sure that Mistress would forgive me for saying that she was doing a good vocal impression. My father called his sister, Sylvia, to see if they could come and stay at our house until school finished and then they would send for me. My father had to pay her so she could stay at our house. My aunt and uncle arrived on Sunday afternoon because my parents would be leaving that evening and my father wanted to go over some of the rules. They settled in the room next to my room. Then we all sat and had a family dinner and then my parents left for the airport.It was pretty boring around.