I had never seen her dress like that before. She slowly turned her head towards me.“Drive,” she said; her words sharp and direct.I looked at her, ...rying to make out the reason for such a firm statement.“Fucking drive or I shall get out,” she commanded, her voice firmer and with a condescending tone.“Where?”“Anywhere, the countryside, pick some nice deserted roads,” she said as she smiled at me. “You‘re going to need them,” she added.I put the car in gear and we were off, to nowhere in. Why? They told me they fucked you too. How is that different?Well...... Well what?They actually pushed me down on the bed and took me.Did you protest?No.Look at you, my si(s)ter fucking two ladies and her br(o)ther in the same day! Not to mention fucking that lady in the ass with a strapon. Anything else I didn't see?No and that's my business if I did.Lets go I told him.I didn't know what to think of my br(o)ther. Is he sex starved or a man whore? It was kind of nice him talking to me the way. After a few drinks I moved my junk from the middle seat into my isle seat, and sat on the chair next to her. After a couple more, we moved the arm rest up and she was leaning against me. My arm was around her waist, lightly stroking her hips. I was feeling the waist line of her tiny shorts. In one stroke of my fingers, I could feel both the top of her shorts, and the bottom. She sat up a bit. "Jesus I have to pee." She stood up and climbed over me again. She was just as graceful tipsy as sober.. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look.