The more things went wrong, the greater the chance that someone could discover the truth. If the truth ever got out ... My brain was still running in ...ircles as I showered and dressed.Damn it! What else could go wr ... I stopped myself, not a question I wanted to ask, too much risk I might get an answer. Chances are I wouldn't like the answer if I got one. Forget the reason, what are the ramifications? If it was someone finding out about me, then what were the possibilities? If they were. He saw the brothers stop and sit down, taking their well-worn boots off to empty them of the earth that had found it's way into them. Benito paused several feet away from the group too, an unspoken camaraderie between this band of strangers forming over the past few hellish days. The family caught up and sat as well, leaving only Benito standing, nervously looking around into the darkness. The father placed a cigarette into his mouth and flicked the spark wheel of his lighter illuminating all. So we headed out, all three of us in the front seat, with Marti riding shotgun. I loved it when the front seat was full. I had a Hurst Synchro lock floor shift and it gave me the perfect vantage to feel my passenger's leg as I was driving. I didn't miss the opportunity to slide my hand up my mom's thigh as I shifted into third gear. Being dark outside no one noticed my wandering hand especially Marti who had experienced my hand travels countless times in the past. She knew that it made no. With her fingers in my mouth, I couldn't answer, my eyes widened questioning, then she shoved me hard. Falling back and being caught by the couch she answered aloud, "I guess I am!" Lying there cradled by the couches softness I wasn't too sure how I was all of a sudden in this position but my surprise kept me weighted to the spot.Pushing her fingers back in my mouth when she approached, I worked my tongue around them and I felt her other hand working expertly at my pants, and zipper. Her nails.