I think you'd like it." Promise you'll be good?" Of course I do. I learned my lesson last time." Okay, I'll ask my mom."Mom gave me a little static, b...t relented when I pointed out that it was daylight and we'd be home before dark.I dressed carefully. I chose my shortest black skirt, black panties, and a white blouse that almost, but not quite let my breasts show through. I didn't bother with a bra.Ken arrived around one, told my mother we'd be home by 6:30 and we were off. I was pleased to see. Nothing! My erection returned in full force, rigid, upright, aching again.“Fascinating,” she observed, startling me out of my ogling.She was smiling when I looked at her face. “Since I promised to tell the truth,” she said, “I really like turning you on, Dad. It’s ... like, powerful.”“That’s a good word for it,” I assured her, my cock flexing slightly earning a bright laugh.“This going slow is fun,” she commented. “I like teasing you.”“Is that what you’re doing? Teasing me?”“Uh-huh. How do ya. Mrs B dropped the straps of her dress off her shoulder to expose her stunning tits and Ginny obliged with her tongue and teeth, teasing my wife’s stiff, pink nipples. Ginny’s fingers slipped down between Mrs B’s legs and she began to tease her as her tongue flicked her nipples, her fingertips lightly brushing her labia and clit through the fabric of her panties. Mrs B began to gyrate her hips as her excitement grew, and I had to slow down fucking Mrs F or I’d have cum too soon.Finally Mrs B. ..” I couldn’t help it. Opening up to Holly caused it all to come back. Pulling to the side of the road, I put the truck in Park and turned it off. I just broke down. Heaving racking sobs like I’ve never experienced before. Damned if that little girl didn’t climb over the console into my lap and just held me and told me to cry. “Cry, Charlie, cry. Let it all out. It’s time to let go. Let me have it all. Just cry for me. When you feel better think of your love for them and cry again. I’m right.