Her career running her dad’s accounting firm would be ruined if that video ever got out. As horrible as that sounds, Sara had actually become turned...on flashing truckers as she struggled down 95, pushing poor ol’ Red for all the ’99 Corolla would do. She’d explained to Lauren how excited driving, in a short skirt, with no panties, made her feel. She knew the truckers, with their elevated view, were loving it. They’d honk, yell, and do whatever they could to thank her for the twat shot. All. "Come on you two; lets get going!" Shelly called out and revved the piss-ant little engine."Fuck me!" I whinged under my breadth and squeezed into the back seat.As I buckled the seatbelt I realised how confined and secluded mom and I would be in the back seat. The suitcase on the seat beside me blocked the view out of the nearside windows and along with garment bags slung over the front passenger seat, the driver's view into the rear of the vehicle was effectively blocked. I watched as Shelly. Sunday morning was much the same but I did manage to get a walk in and stretch my legs for a couple of hours. Classes started Monday and a shuttle bus took us to the training center. We arrived at the center by 8 am. It was a typical day that consisted of classes, mid morning break, more classes, lunch about noon, some hands on so no one could fall asleep after lunch. A mid afternoon break, some more hands on and a shuttle bus back to the hotel. We were on our own for dinner and most of the. “I didn’t think so. Have any of the boys back home asked?”Both girls giggled at this. “Yeah, but Daddy says not until we’re a lot older.” said Lizzie.Megan finished “He says when we are out of college.” and giggled.Jessica grinned at that. “I suspect he’ll probably reconsider that at some point. Listen, there are two types of dates, formal and informal, so you should dress appropriately.”“What’s formal?”“Formal would be like a school dance or a party or a dinner. For that sort of thing, you.