"I'm good, Mom. I'm really good."She smiled back at me, then turned her attention back to the road. I few minutes later, she spoke again. "They're pre...ty girls, aren't they?" Yeah, they are." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, but she still had her eyes on the road. The way she said that made me think she suspected something. Her next words confirmed it."I can tell you have a ... unique ... relationship with them. Whatever happens in your future, you make sure to treat them both. As I stood up she moved her hands from her thighs and adjusted her breasts, seemingly making them more prominent in her top. "Can you adjust the strap across here?" she said. Each hand was gently holding her breasts apart with the seatbelt right between them. Ok, how do I do this? I seem to be getting a particular signal but am I reading it right? If yes, do I do it or not? I ran my hand from the bottom of the belt, running it across the front of it, smoothing it across her flat stomach, up to. I took off my shirt while I waited. It was late April, and the day had heated up nicely. The sun felt good on my chest. Two or three times, cars had pulled into the carport across from the pool, and I opened my eyes to see if it was Carla, but, each time, it was someone else. It was five thirty when I decided to give it up and try it another day. I didn't want to leave her a note to call me, because I was curious about how she looked now. I was finishing putting my shirt back on when I saw her. Three sexy asses moved to my sofa as I watched their gentle, exaggerated ballet. I wasn't sure about the women, but Roy's loosely shifting cock screamed 'commando' and I wondered how long before it expanded down his shorts, lifted the legging and exploded into plain sight. My intrigue and curiosity already hoped for that.Four sizeable tits wobbled unrestrained under their loose shields. Maria wore a white peasant top off her shoulders and pulled down to expose quite a bit of cleavage..