She was slender enough that he could manage it without switching hands. That left her somewhat restrained, with the waistband of her pants binding her... thighs together, while the thong she wore left her ass cheeks available for his attentions. She was far from helpless, since her arms were unbound, but she didn't seem interested in slowing him down at all.Steve released Beth, and knelt to pull her pants down and off her legs. She lifted her feet to help him, but was otherwise passive. He left. I pulled on them until they were standing straight up. I squeezed my breasts together. "Take off your thong!" I took off my thong and sat on his desk. I spread my legs and slid a finger into my pussy. I moaned as I rubbed my clit. I fucked myself with several fingers deep inside my wet cunt. Mr. Jackson got up, spread my legs wider, and started rubbing my clit with his thumb, while he slowly began to finger my wet pussy. His other hand was on my breasts, rubbing and cupping them. Soon he. Then, we met you."It all came out in a rush. Both of them were crying remembering what had happened. We rode in silence for a while.Lunchtime came and we entered a moderate sized town. We had lunch in a Wal-Mart parking lot and went inside for linens and anything else we thought we might need. I had shown the sisters what the beds were like. We came out with our items. We loaded the RV, stopped to top off the tank while there was power, and pulled out onto the Interstate still heading east.Sue. Another pass of my tongue, followed with a wet kiss, elicited from her a giggle as she said, "That tickles!"It had been many years since we'd had a tickling match. Somehow she'd always let me win. I started to release my light grip on her breasts when she sighed. "Not now Mikey," she softly said. "I just want to snuggle like this. It's been so long since I've had anyone just hug me and love me."As I massaged her breasts a little, just moving the tips of my fingers she said, "Thanks." Michelle.