She did as I suggested and after a minute or so when the climb out was no longer quite so steep, she began to relax. A couple of minutes later she let... go of my arm.“Sorry,” she whispered. “I thought I was going to lose it.”“The worst part is over,” I said. “Just sit back and relax. We’ll get some soft drinks and lunch in a bit.”“I don’t know if I can eat,” she said. “My stomach is doing backflips!”“Just close your eyes and relax. You can put your seat back. If you’re OK, I’m going to read.”“Uh,. "But you made me feel so good mom." She protested weakly.Michelle looked down at her daughter and smiled. She could see the war going on inside her. She felt bad because she wanted Michelle to get off but at the same time, she had no interest in sucking her mother's pussy. "How about you just finger me then?" Just finger you?" Rebecca thought about that for a minute. She fingered her own pussy all the time, so why couldn't she finger her mother's? "Okay that I can do."Michelle moved off of her. She had on a pair of very short cutoff jeans, and a very cropped top and underneath all that only a rather skimpy denim wedgie that she knew wouldn't stay on long either. Tammy had let her sexy natural blonde hair grow even longer and now whenever it was fully brushed out, her hair came down and touched the curve of her ass at the bottom of her back. She came onto the dance floor that night with her hair up on her head with pins and the "Daisy Duke" outfit, but by the time she'd dropped the. If it disturbed anyone he was picking, well, his well-concealed gun did more than protect his sizable bankroll.On the trip, Belle curled up and slept while Bud cranked out the miles. The sooner they arrived, the more daylight was available to them. This would be an overnight trip, the kind his wife used to go on but now detested.“We there yet?” Belle asked sleepily, the first words spoken in 200 miles.“Still an hour away,” Bud said, glancing down at the GPS in their half-ton truck. “You seem.