But I'd never done this. Not with someone her age.I looked at her. She smiled, stood there, watching me, and I did it. I pulled my shorts down.I was s...anding there in my bikini underwear and a t-shirt. Katie looked at me, glanced down at my underwear, and saw me bulging.Her face was beet red. Embarrassed, hesitantly, she said to me, "Is that, like uh, all you?" as she blushed and stood there.I looked at her, smiled, and said, "Yeah. It's real. It's all me. Why? Is that okay?" I said to her.She. Too many bad people out there. I think she was rather lucky that she hadn't gotten into any trouble yet. We drove a while and Betsy was not really talking to me. She listened to the radio and at times she just closed her eyes. I really felt bad for her and just let her rest. I wondered what her story was. These kids today, have got so much to deal with. I was hoping that her story was not a sad one. I wondered why she was alone and walking up the interstate. I guess in time, she’d tell me her. Apart from when we went out to pubs in the evening, she wore these clothes for the whole weekend, they being suitable for the purpose in mind. As I drove along, she adjusted her seat to enable her to recline back comfortably, enabling her skirt to ride up her legs a little, which allowed her shaved pussy to be clearly seen, also undoing some buttons to help her tits almost to burst out of her top. She has gorgeous tits, with beautiful long nipples which let you see immediately when my wife is. Once in the living room Evelyn said, “I want you out of this house, and I hope they send your sorry ass to prison for raping our daughter.” Randal packed his clothes and left. Even at forty-two Evelyn was hot and sexy, and a damn good fuck. She even gave good head when he made her do it. As much as he would miss her, right now, Randal did not want to provoke her into reporting him to the police.“Is daddy gone?” Vicki asked, when she came out of her bedroom, dressed.“Yes, and for good. I’d seen.