.." Louise looked at me and gave a withering smile. "Listen, hun...I'm going to lube you up and start with a little dildo...trust me...besides, you ca...'t go anywhere"! Louise reached into the bathroom cabinet and handed me a tube of lubricant and I popped the cap and squirted some onto my fingers, giving them a thick coating of the gel, rubbing my thumb and forefingers together, warming the gel. "What...what the hell are you doing? Don't you dare..." a flushed Lisa hissed angrily over her. I smiled innocently."Oh, my!" I said. "What did you say your name was?" Jake Barnes," he said. He had just the tiniest hint of pink in his complexion."Oh, yes. I'm Jane. My husband is somewhere in there." I gestured vaguely in the direction of the doors."I'm glad to hear that," he said. "On the whole, I'm glad he didn't see that cute stunt you just pulled." Me?" I said, looking shocked. I do shocked quite well."Yep. You," he said. "Not me. You." He gave me an evil smirk.What could I do? My. She held his gaze, her own gaze searching and speculative. "Anything I can do to make you feel better?" she asked in a purposely husky voice."What... what do you mean?" he asked carefully."Well..." She hesitated and had the grace to blush slightly. "I mean, are you gonna jerk off, or what?"Peter's mouth dropped wide open. It didn't surprise him that his sister in law should know about such things. After all, she was a very sexy girl who'd no doubt had plenty of dates and probably had some. After another five-minute cry, she dried out again and struggled to get hold of herself. “I’m so sorry. You stop to help me change a tire and suddenly I’m weeping all over you. I’ve soaked your t-shirt and mine. I promise I’ll get my act together. It’s just ... well ... I drive for a while and then I have to stop and cry, and I repeat often.”“The shirt will dry. You’re far more important than a wet t-shirt. Let’s diagnose what’s going on with your tire, and then figure out what to do about the.