A 2-door Coupe. I always wondered why we didn't get a 4 door car? It was a pain in the neck having to pull the front seat forward to get into the back...We ended up having to keep track of who last sat in the front seat. Many fights ensued as to the memory of who last had the honor. Many times the 3 of us would end up in the back seat as mom had had enough of our fighting.I recall looking at the strange straps on the seats. We tested out these new 'seatbelts' to see what made them work. They were. I showed her, she stopped pushing, this morning she left." She'll be back." I ... she ... you liked her, I'm sorry." Give her time. She'll be back." Before Dee could reply the doorbell sounded, "I'll go." No. My job, my commission ... bitch..." Dee stood, the look in her eyes locked away once more, visibly steeling herself as she stood and headed for the door, then paused. "Ann?" Yes?" Thank you ... Ma'am."Before I could reply she was already flying up the corridor to attend to the customer. I. I was 5'5” tall; I weighted the same as my mother at the time only I had B cups. As my mother stood in front of me stripping down I couldn't help but notice that I was staring at her, her beautiful perky tits, and her hour glass figure were intriguing to my eyes. For as long as I could remember I had always liked the female body, but this was different, seeing my mother's amazing body before me sent chills down my spine, and for a brief second I swore I felt a slight tingle deep inside my young. ” The first to laugh this time was the bloke at the next table. Jen looked over at him, and smiled. “Tell me something,” she said to him. “If you stood up right now, would you have an embarrassing tent in your jeans?” He nodded, reddening. “Thought so.” She turned back to us. “So Mike finished me off, which in the circumstances, was the least he could do. And I had the good manners to let him finish too.” “And the rest was easy,” explained Mike. “We got a couple of funny looks for our strange.