Parting her wet pussy lips, she continued to stroke up, circling her clit, continuing to rub her finger down her open slit.I turned to her, saying, �...Are you wet?”Looking back at me, she answered, “Yes, I am very wet and it feels so good,” whilst continuing to rub her pussy.I looked down at her pussy whilst driving along before saying, “Put a finger in and show me.”She pushed her index finger deep inside, letting out a long moan before removing it and lifting it up to show me. I took her hand,. “Got it with me,” replied Melissa with a smile. It was good to know that her father was there for her. She glanced over at Bill and noticed that he was smiling. Curious what he found so humorous, she asked, “What’s so funny?”“Just picturing Ben Sanders and how he would react to seeing Dad or me angry if he does something bad,” replied Bill.“Oh, I didn’t think of that,” replied Melissa. Undoubtedly Ben would wet his britches at the sight of her brother angry. She didn’t even want to think of. " Sue, uh, this isn't right," he stammered."C'mon, dad! Remember you told me how you regret not screwing around with that loose girl in high school when she made a play for you? You were a gentleman and sent her on her way." Yeah," he mumbled, "but..." And now you wish you had done her when you had the chance!" But that was different," he insisted.Sue used her free hand to lift her white blouse up and over her chest. "How so?" she asked and leaned forward placing one of her erect nipples a. The ball of her foot was much tougher-looking than normal, and her big toe was second from the inside, not first."Go on," urged Holloway."Well, most of the staff there have gone through makeovers, and you meet a lot of people who are growing their changes or getting adaptive therapy. That means you don't have to rely on the catalog pictures; you can see everything in real life. Also, you get an idea of what you'll be going through. A lot of people chicken out."Why didn't you chicken out, Dee?".