I'm getting old woman skin Bob. Maybe this will help."Bob said, "Old woman skin - Hah! You're more beautiful that you ever were." and she dimpled a bi... smile at him."I don't suppose you'd put some of this on me - give me a back rub? Do the back of my legs?"Bob swallowed. He glanced at the girls but they weren't paying any attention at all. They were arguing over which movie to watch first. "Sure sis," he said shortly, nervous that he would embarrass himself."Good! You can do me while we watch. I balked, until she reminded me that I was naked under this wet towel, and my clothes wouldn't be done for a bit over an hour. And it would have been uncivilized to just stay hidden up here. So I nodded and they left. I put the thing on and headed downstairs, where I found them sitting in front of the fire. They'd sure gotten it started fast, I thought. But I was grateful, as the storms had hit in force about five minutes before, and the house was drafty and a bit damp. It was really strange. I'm sorry Mom" I concluded. She looked to be in shock as I got up and left her sitting there. Under the circumstances I didn't know what else to do. What does one normally do after informing ones mother that the two of you had sex earlier while you were a masked stripper? Once in my room I lay down but my mind was too confused to sleep. My thoughts swirled like a maelstrom in my mind with no hope of relief. Suddenly I felt the bed shift as my Mom sat next to me. When I looked I saw she had a. Most days would be spent in the truck, except for lunch and fuel stops; most nights, after dinner, I’d be in the sleeper taking care of my hung black stud. You don’t need much, in clothes, to do that. Once he was in town, he called and we set-up a place to meet. He’d dropped the trailer so it could be unloaded; I grabbed my things and caught a ride from a friend who dropped me off near the closest ramp to the interstate highway. I’d just stand there, like a slut waiting for a pick-up, until.