"I can't, Tommy," Amber replied, but Tommy could see the hurt and sadness in her eyes.Tommy picked the last two bags Amber had and loaded them in the ...ar. He sat in the backseat and waited for his sister and mother, sulking.They drove for an hour and stopped because Chloe wanted a pee. Tommy and Chloe changed places for the next leg. He wanted to sit in the front with his mother.After ten minutes, there was a moan from the back. Amber asked Tommy what Chloe was doing. He looked back and said,. Many times your breath smelled like a distillery!"Ivan interjects, "I not sure if crap is a good or bad word."Hells bells, I've about had my fill of Ivan's politically correct grammar! We have been walking on eggshells around him and I'm tired of it. I figuratively bite my tongue as I suggest, "Ivan, crap is an okay word and much better than what I wanted to use."He answers, "I will ask mama if I ever see her again." Then hells fricken bells, he begins to cry.I make a decision...Present - Ben. Ineedn't have worried because when we picked them up I noticed that Bradslegs were shaved smooth also. We sat together in the front as I drovewith the girls in back. We both looked at our legs and then at eachother and shrugged as though to say ?Whatever she wants, I have no sayover it.'. When we took our shirts off at the beach to get a tan weexposed our mutual hairless condition there also. It didn't take arocket scientist to rationalize that we both lacked pubic hair too.However, we noticed. "Oh Alan, right there. That feels so good. Keep rubbing me and let your fingers play a symphony on my womanhood." "Yes, of course, and you keep your hand going up and down on me." Our mutual investigations and probing continued for at least ten minutes. Then, I moved my head between her legs. It gave my cock a break from Tara's hand job and a new onslaught on her womanhood. As my tongue blasted her clit, Tara's hips rose off the bed and she uttered "Fuck, yes!" I couldn't stop lapping up her.