If Helen wanted to test her massaging skills and she didn’t have to do anything her body was a willing participant in this experiment.„Ugh, fine i... you have to.“Against her will a sigh escaped her lips as Helen dug her thumbs into her shoulder blades.„See, you can act all you want but I can hear you beg for more.“Amy nodded tiredly. „Yeah, can’t deny it feels good.“Suddenly Helen’s lips were right at her ear and she whispered a sinister sounding „you are all mine now honey“.„I would say I. What on earth?"Taylor didn't know if Jack was hiding behind the curtains and was spotted by her dad, or if something else caught his attention."What, Dad?" What is this all about?"He had moved across the room to the couch, where she had been with Jack less than a minute before."What are you talking about, Dad?" Is this what I think it is?" he queried. "It is! Taylor!"Taylor was semi-relieved but still very edgy when she realized what her father was talking about. He turned toward her and,. My mind found itself going through all sorts of thoughts. I wasn’t really sure where I stood with Todd at the time. We hadn’t seen each other in three weeks. I was worried what Mitchell, her husband, would think. I couldn’t figure if we were cheating or if we should care. At the time it was just this big culmination of things that had built up over a real long time.I do remember thinking about different things when I was touching her – that touching her breasts were like touching mine, but not. We’re heading for Watkins Glen next, if you care to join us. We’ll drive through the night in these sleeper busses, taking turns with the driving and minimizing rest stops until we reach our destination. Once there, we can rest for a bit, have some breakfast, and chill for a bit,” Rupert introduced himself.“I’m Charles Tremaine. This is my wife, Justine, and this is Mike Hawkins, who’s basically her second husband. We share her, just as she shares us, and everyone pretty much shares everyone.