Part of her mind was amazed at the whole thing. It had to be from Grandma, she thought, some sort of unremembered lessons in her youth. As her hand di...dled gently at her still wet pussy, she vaguely wished Jack was here for a morning fuck, but he was with the others in the barn behind the tiny cathedral. Not really a proper cathedral, she thought, you should be outside, with the moon and torches, in the native dirt, to have a proper Juusta. As she went over and over her whole experience, still. He had explained to me that as soon as I no longer believed, his time under my bed was over and it was time to move on. As I said before, it was kinda like the Santa Claus thing. Our problem, in particular, was that I not only believed, I KNEW. I knew in a way that few other children in the world understood. They all went through their young lives appropriately frightened of the monster under their bed until they outgrew it. Jake was my best friend. My only friend for much of my early life.. Soon, I lifted up my my skirt revealing the fact I had no undies on, and my bare legs and shaved snatch were there for the viewing for when my husband decided to let me put on a show. He told me I could stick on the toy, so I did, as my seat reclined into the back bench seat, the back seat window might have been the perfect place for it, to stick on, but the window there is tinted, so that wouldn’t work, however the back part of my window is perfect, so that is where I stuck it, near the top. "Ok, now bat your eyes and open your mouth halfway in alittle pout, like I'm the quarterback and you're going to give it upin the backseat of my dad's car."He laughed again and tried to make a sexy face, and there wasanother flash. "And finally, roll your eyes and purse your lips intoa lemon-sucking bitch face, like you just found out the co-captain ofyour squad already did the quarterback." That was the silliestexpression yet, and she took another photo.Then she perched his glasses on his face.