Wishing I'd brought panties on the trip or at least worn briefs. Fishnets would have been perfect. I want to just reach out and grab that cock, but I ...esitate. Eventually, he reaches over and rubs his hand up and down my thigh, gives a couple of pats and leaves his hand resting on my knee. After a little while, his hand starts to explore a little bit and works it way toward my crotch. He unbuttons my fly and unzips it. He digs around and finds my cock and helps it get loose. Then he side steps. It certainly wasn't hard yet but it had a lot of body to it. She bent down until it was at eye level and gently washed it. She pulled back the foreskin and revealed a surprisingly small head. Well don't get me wrong here, there was nothing small about any part of Mac, it's just that most heads are larger than the girth of the shaft and his wasn't. Could be a God send for later, she thought. She tried to measure it in her own mind. It must be a foot long by now and still growing. . . one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road again and Sis and I had kinda run out of things to keep us from fighting ... so our feet met, bounced and whacked. This of course was accompanied by increasing vocal effects which resulted in Dad laying down the law if if you know what I mean. A nap was strongly encouraged for the both of us. I came in to find the house empty. I sat down in the living room and watched TV. A quarter hour later I heard the door. Ms. Maria came in, again wearing one of her dowdy church dresses and shoes. She explained she was in bible study. I nodded. She had a bag of groceries, and went to the kitchen. I followed her. She made some conversation as she put groceries in the fridge."Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked firmly. She looked at me with wide eyes as she realized I was not k**ding. I kept.