I'm game," she said and sat down.My stepdaughter looked at her and giggled. Then she looked at me and smiled."Your turn," she said.I couldn't fucking ...elieve this. I really couldn't. But I didn't want to come across as a chicken.So I stood up, pulled off my shirt, and pulled off my shorts. And stood there in my blue bikini underwear. With a big fucking hardon inside my underwear.My stepdaughter just sat there on the couch looking. Christina sat there on the couch looking. And then my. Just for a moment Kat wondered, why am I letting this happen to me? – and then the trunk closed above her, leaving her in total darkness.Soon Kat heard the car start and then they were moving. The ride was very smooth, the sound of the engine a distant rumble. She heard a murmur of voices, and what might have been a moan of pleasure; after awhile, lulled by the rhythm of the road, Kat drifted off to sleep.Again she started to dream. This time she was in the back of a long stretch limo, dressed. I know that if I was around you there I’d have a constant hard on. Damn, baby, those clothes are so tight that I can see the imprints of the hair on your pussy lips, and your nipples are sticking out like thumbs on top of those huge tits, and I can even see the little bumps on your areolas. What will they be paying you?”I said, “They pay the minimum wage for tipped employees which is two dollars and thirteen cents per hour, plus I get my tips. The employer is supposed to pay a combined minimum. ”“What if I wanted ... you?” she asked without meeting his eyes. “Just while we’re here, I mean.”Jeff wasn’t too surprised by her question and hoped to diffuse the tension with a joke. “I doubt our moms would approve.”“Yeah,” she sighed. “You’re probably right.”“Just listen to me next time if I spot a douchebag. Please?”She chuckled and dropped his hand as they entered the dining room. Their families were already at a table eating. The only seat available was next to Shelly and she was patting.