My wife's grandfather and her great uncle were both long haul truckers who specialized in quick delivery. Brian and Vic would alternate between drivin... and sleeping so the big rig was pretty much always in motion and their loads would be delivered faster than anyone else so they were always paid a premium.The two brothers started their own express freight business together and grew it into a sizeable firm that guaranteed delivery times unless some act of god intervened. When their parents died. That we could revel in such wondrous delight.My futa-sister broke the kiss. She smiled down at me. “You really love me?”“Madre de Diosa, yes. Even if you can be a pendeja.”She smiled. “I tried to tell you, but I could never say it. I was always afraid you’d hate me.”“I did hate you. Fucking all those girls...”She smiled. “I was just trying to make you jealous.”“Uh-huh.” I gave her a sly grin. “And it had nothing to do with getting your big dick wet in all their juicy twats, futa-puta.”She. I would wash them first thing once I got inside. I locked the car; no one would possibly steal it, but I don't gamble about such things.I washed my hands, then made sure I remembered how to get from each bank of elevators to the rear door without having to stop and read signs. The place was crowded, as planned, and I absorbed the sights, the sounds, the smell as I ambled toward the Card Room. Every table was filled, also as hoped for. My eyes were at the podium before my body got there, trying. I unzipped the tent from her end. We came out. There were woods nearby and we moved on to woods. She took a deep breath and turned her face away from me. I put my hands on her waist. I was a bit surprised when I found myself touching her without any hesitation. I mean I should have shivered or felt ashamed but I was actually happy to touch her that way. The boner was on its way. Did I really wanted to see her that way? My mom is hot and I had no doubt about that. I was always a big time pervert.