”Shit, they were going to go shoot big guns in the desert. Or drive monster trucks or do some other “manly” activity. With my luck my game was f...lly updated by now, open, just waiting for me to log in and lose myself. Oh well, I was stuck here for now. That signature silence that can only be had between a father and son found its back into the cab. Dad turned on the radio.“County top 10 hits, right to you and yours! One hour nonstop with NO ads”I guess it was better than nothing. Barely.We. Despite my anger, I felt myself relaxing under her gentle caresses."This okay?" she asked, slipping her finger in to the first knuckle."Yeah, it feels fine." Good, what about this?"With that she slid the rest of her lubed finger deep inside. I finally understood what she meant by 'wow weird.' On one hand I could feel her stretching me out, but on the other it did kind of felt good."Not bad," I encouraged, and against all expectations I found myself growing erect."I'll say not bad," she purred,. It was difficult to contain my screams and moans, but anyone could have passed by the door at any moment and heard me. As it was, some of the louder ones still escaped my lips. If someone were to come in through that door at that very moment they wouldn’t have seen the prim and proper and elegant bride I was expected to be. Instead they would have seen a lustful, wanton, erotic woman thrashing in orgasm beneath the body of the man capable of making her feel a slut and love every fucking second. Then she asked him if he recognized him, and Owen said no, and she told him to take a better look next time. She knew if he figured out it was Dylan he would certainly tell Leah, and the shit would hit the fan. Or the fun would begin, depending on how you looked at it.----It was very early one Saturday morning, post-dawn sunlight was just beginning to filter through the bedroom windows. Renata awoke and lay in repose. Dylan was lying on his back beside her, breathing deeply in sleep. She looked.