Sunday was my hangover day, of course, and I would lie around all day wishing I hadn't gotten so drunk the night before.This Saturday night, however, ... was sober enough to drive myself home. At least that's what I thought. But when I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car, I cursed at myself and pulled over reluctantly. Fuck, I thought. What was I going to do? For one, I was a nineteen year old girl, a few years below the drinking age, and I was. ”It sounded like Bailey was getting fucked by someone, but who? I couldn’t hear any male responses. I needed to get closer, my inner voyeur was being re-awakened. “Voyeurism still gets me so fucking horny and wet,” I thought to myself, “but it seems like such a long time since I’ve felt this way.” I suddenly realized that I wanted to watch my daughter play with herself until she climaxed, and my pussy ached at that realization. I quickly went from moist to wet. “I’m your naughty little whore.. In fact I’d written Billy a letter with little hearts at the bottom, so he’d know I’d let him.When we pulled into Kansas City, nobody boarded our car and we pulled out after a few minutes of banging and clanging.The soldier, lipstick above his collar, stretched his legs and she laid hers on top. When she settled back against his shoulder, I could see the tops of her stockings until she took his jacket from the hook and tossed it over their laps.The soldier was sideways to me, so he couldn’t. I guess it was a sensible shrug but it wasn’t as useful as I was hoping for.Evil Bec wanted to lock her in the closet and see how she liked it but, fortunately, Evil Bec wasn’t in control. Or maybe that should be – unfortunately. B really wanted to punch Laura in the face but I had B cornered and wasn’t letting her out.“I guess I should phone her father and ask him to come and get her,” I said to Sam. “Or, maybe I could tell him that she’s here and he can come get her in the morning. Something.