She asked me to drive it as she told me that she can’t drive in this situation. She sat on the co-driver seat and I drove the car. I was teasing her...in the car. I pressed her boobs, touched her shoulders. She was enjoying these things and also told me to stop as her husband was right behind her, unconscious.We reached her home. Her society was filled with individual bungalows. With the help of security, we put her husband on the master bed. She put her daughter on her bed. The security left. They looked like twin sisters. I thought it was a goodgag. Bobbie had pulled Larry over thinking he was Nicole. She said,"Nicole, I wish you take the 911 center job. I know Larry thinks you canget back on patrol with rehab, but this will be a paycheck for you atyour old pay rate. Andy also wants you to help teach some of classes."Larry giggled. Then said, "I would, but don't you think you should tellNicole?"Bobbie laughed and said, "Larry you are a fink. I forgot how good yourLaurie act is.. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and mom was out at the pool, getting her tan, and reading the current issue of playgirl. I so admired the way that her chest raised up as she took each breath. From my view upstairs I could see the hard points of her nipples. Every so often she would reach up and flick her nipple. Was what she was reading exciting her? All that I could do was watch her as she would put her suntan oil on and glide her hand up and down her body. I could not see if she was. “Shit…” she muttered as she slowly picked herself up off the floor. Once on her feet, she yelped as she felt a familiar stir between her legs.“About time you woke up, haha. Did you have sweet dreams?” Her pussy taunted.“Oh god… no, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening to me. I mean, I must be going crazy. You… you can’t be alive. I mean it’s impossible. It doesn’t even make sense,” Stephanie stammered.“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. I know you enjoyed yourself. Not bad.