." You do?"She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, I do. Why don't you finish?" Cuz you're watching. I can't ... just pick up where I left off."Sh... reached for my limp dick. "Then let me help." What! Why the hell are you home, wasn't there a football game tonight?" I said as she gripped the soft lace panties and began stroking."I guess you were too busy to notice that it's raining," she said, watching my manhood re-animate. "This is quite an impressive package you've got here, bro."I knew. It was fun to drive down the Coast from LA with the top down and our hair flying in the wind. I was sure Carla was fifteen years older than me, but once she was away from her public role in Minneapolis, she reverted to being a teenager. She drove and I recited my speech to myself. In spite of my threats, I hadn’t even let anyone else look at what I’d written. I knew if I did, I’d lose my courage. It would be hard enough with Carla in the audience.It was a typical convention hotel with. I looked at the twins. "You guys clued in on what's happening?" They were. "This will change our plans. Tomorrow, we've got to go to Aunt Rachael's house and get the rest of their stuff and bring it over here. OK?" Bless them, there wasn't even an 'aw shucks!' They knew what was happening and they were ready to stand by our friends. I had Sara call around and rent us a U-haul. Then we all turned in.First thing in the morning, after a big breakfast for morale, we hit the road in Rachael's van. Amanda moved back, as she fell behind slightly, stopping as her palms rested behind her upon the bed. The two in similar positions, leaning back as their bodies rose gently up off the bed sheets an inch or more. Their legs were resting upon the beds at the sides, still their bodies intertwined within each other. Their hips were grinding, and the wet dripping cunts of their pussies rubbing against each others. The sound of heavy breathing and smell of sex floated around the bedroom."Ughhhh... oh.