She scrunched up her pretty, little face, thinking hard.”Masturbate,” Holly told her. “When you were playing with your pussy, and trying to make...yourself cum - all by yourself? That is called ‘masturbation….’”“Mas-ter-bae-shun,” Tiffany said, “I remember that from school, but, mom, boys don’t have pussies!”Her father interjected, “No, but boys have a cock, and a hand…, and if you add a little spit or a little lotion…”Tiffany paused, pondering what her mother and father was trying to tell her.. I pushed my hips forward as Jen eagerly leant up into me. The first soft touches of her warm tongue on each of my petals sent little jolts of electricity up my spine, bringing goose bumps out over my chest and down my arms. Jen let her lips glide over each in turn and, as she became more confident, she started licking delicately up the inside of each while my fingers continued to part them for her. Jen tugged subtly at my hips a second time, letting me know that she wanted me even lower, even. I am usually one to help my fellow human being, but this was not my car. If hitchhiking was illegal, it made sense that picking one up was also against the law. And since I was driving my mother’s car, I preferred not to take the risk.The plan was simple; keep driving and pretend I never saw her. Unfortunately, I did see her and the closer I got, the more beautiful she became. By the time I passed her, she had become one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Forgetting all about the law. Everything else is just waiting for something to happen, and then leaving." I wanted to put it as simply as possible.She leered at me, and said, "If you were my brother, and we were doing all of those nasty things, I would be so lucky." I took that as a yes, and we left to meet The Judge at the airport.He arrived in a stylish G-4, and came off the plane talking nonstop. "Noah, time is of the essence, and we need to talk and fly at the same time." We were on board, and off the ground in.