The banter finished, your family of five enjoys the meal that your mother made. Tonight was meatloaf. Not one of your favorite meals but Mom could mak... anything good. Your mother, Victoria, was a real gem. One of the sweetest people on earth and boy could she cook. It's probably why she's a little heavier than she should be. She's not fat but she's got that extra thirty pounds that most mothers put on after having kids. Hell, she had three of them. Who can blame her for having a little extra. We left early the next morning to go home. I wore a white halter-top and my short jean skirt (no panties). We were in a 1973 Plymouth Duster with one long seat in the front. So it was no problem sitting in the middle next to Darrin. A couple of big trucks blew their horns as we pasted so I asked Darrin why they were doing that. He smiled and looked down at my skirt, it had raised up high enough to see my bush. He said that he though I knew I was showing off and that why he hadn't said anything. She always loved how young and powerful his morning erections were, the best of the day she would always say. Slipping out of the bed, she quietly removed her gown and panties and climbed back into bed. She slowly crawled over to him and gently pulled the elastic of his shorts out and around his cock. Leaning forward she slipped her mouth over him, gently sucking on the head as her tongue circled over it. Watching his face she first saw a smile appear and then he opened his eyes. Now that he. Just another wolf, no problem for this girl."Ah, young lady. Lost, are you," he started, impertinent as always."Wolf, I know where I am, and where I'm going. You can't fool me that easily." It's not my intent to trick you miss," he hissed between sharp canines. "I was merely enquiring if I could assist you." Yeah, I bet you were. You know what, wolf? Your helping days are over." Whatever do you mean, young lady? I was just trying to aid a fellow traveller. A stranger in these parts, if I'm not.