But the trailer can only safely go about seventy.”“You sound as if you’ve tried it,” she said just as I put it into gear.“You’re right,”...I said as I pulled out a little faster than you might expect a car with a trailer attached should.“What’s your Daddy do?” she asked as we pulled out onto the highway.“Er, business stuff, I guess. He dabbles a lot, stocks, mergers, runs a private financial firm, shit like that. Why?”“Oh, I just wondered. You gonna follow in his footsteps?”“I’m not sure.. Tonight, the weather is so hot that I had decided to wear a skirt to the track and so when he is bent down checking the air pressure in the tires, I walk by and sit discreetly on the tire, to show only him exactly what I’m wearing under the skirt, which would be nothing. When he is standing and looking at the race lineup, I walk by and bend over to get something to drink out of the cooler, and press my ass up against his dick while I’m bending. I can see the look in his eye that all of my. "Such a fucking slut," he moaned, clearly getting close. "You know Frederick wants to fuck you? I know he jerks off thinking about you all the time. Do you want to fuck my friend, Mommy?"Another moan not so much in agreement to the question, but to the increasing pleasure I was giving myself with my hand, although the thought that I was an eighteen year old teen's stroke fantasy added to the turn-on.Seconds later, my mouth was full of my son's sticky seed and I relished every drop as I worked. "If mom saw these, she'd have a heartattack." Jack sighed. He wasn't going to show his mother anything, but it was a nice fantasy.Jack walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where Carly was slurping down cold leftover soup. "Hey bro. Hope you saved that paper onto a disk." She smirked."I didn't." Jack frowned and made himself a bowl of cereal. As he poured milk over the sugar frosted crap, Carly put her bowl in the sink and turned toward him. She smiled sweetly and put her.