Doing it was a lot more fun than sitting in it."Then, pointing at my wet lap, she giggled. Jean laughs, she chortles, she occasionally guffaws but she...doesn't giggle... or at least until now. A giggle, a little girlish giggle is the best description of the sounds she made as she pointed to my soaked jeans.We both dug into our packs and slipped into some dry shorts. Ever watchful, I noticed that Jean didn't bother with underpants. I was acutely aware that my soft-spoken, conservative sister was. ‘You’d think for my birthday she’d find a way to let me have the car,’ I thought. At least she wished me ‘Happy Birthday’ when I came down for breakfast and later when I got out of the car. And then Kaitlyn didn’t show up for lunch. ‘You think she’d make an effort on my birthday,’ I thought. And then, when my last class was over I had to wait for my mom to pick me up. I was really starting to feel bad. ‘My birthday and she’s not on time,’ I thought. A car pulled up and honked. I looked up. It. Terratown.genderville.com and remember that my website is ALL in FUN and is intended to be HUMOROUS, so you damned authors better not send me angry posts bitching about stuff or it just proves you have no sense of humor and are a bunch of obtuse, insensate fascists seeking to censor and destroy FREE SPEECH, you dirty good-for-nothing pieces of nazi filth!!! Thanks, and please enjoy! :) Hugs 'n Kisses to all!! Subj: Re: Re: Pop-Culture Story . . my jeans. That’s what I did to you.”Cara burst into laughter. When she finally calmed down, still grinning, she said, “Honest to God, Dad, I wish you’d been this funny when I was Rachael’s age.”“I was young, divorced, a single parent, and trying to provide. It wasn’t much fun.”Cara softened. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is what we have now. I’m living a dream, Dad. You’ll never know how much I love you.”Pulling her ass and pressing her crotch against the bulge in my pants, I smiled..