" Fiero?" Andy asked. "It's like a German supercar or something."Regan laughed."Mom calls it that 'Old Bucket of Rust, '" she answered. "It was some l...ttle thing that was supposed to be hot when Dad was 16. He insisted that was the car he wanted so Grandpa got it for him. It was made for like a year or two and they were garbage. He took me for a ride in once. We were still in New York so we headed over to Jersey and hit the turnpike. We barely made it across the bridge before it broke. She looked up as the train pulled into the station only to notice the carriage was all but empty. Once the passengers had departed she was the only one left. She felt a sense of disappointment and excitement as well. She was alone and could do as she wanted as she was at least an hour before the next station, the idea of shagging that black guy was such a turn on she felt her self getting wet all over again. She closed her eyes and started to fantasize about him, and the bulge he had in. Not just yet, anyway.”I think I preferred Caitlyn’s humor and gentle mocking to her big sister’s scolding.“Anyway, whatever you’ve got yourself in to, you and Dad need to talk. Like you should have talked this last weekend.”I could hardly get a word in edgeways between my two daughters and their efforts to fix the mess that their father and I had made.“So, as you’re already down there in Jamaica, Caitlyn and I have sent Dad down to Jamaica so that the two of you can talk and try and fix this. She shared a small bathroom with her father at her house, and the water pressure left a lot to be desired. She got out of the shower and walked back into the room drying her hair, and saw that someone had come in while she was in the shower and put some clothing on the bed. She smiled and wondered who it had been, then was mortified as she realized that her panties, stained with her arousal from last night, were sitting on her pillow where she'd left them. Whoever had put the clothing on the.