Wait, where’s Wendy? “You all might not know it, but the Fourth of July is an important holiday for more reasons than Independence Day. The Fourth... is also the official anniversary of Tony, Melody, and Lissa. They were blessed by a minister in Nebraska. So, I think we should wish them all a happy anniversary.”Wendy walked in the door with a little cake and a candle glowing in the middle. We had a raucous celebration after the three of us blew out the candle. I didn’t know people blew out candles. I of course, had no interest in sewing, so I tried to sleep. In spite of her chattering, I did manage to get a nap but when I awoke, the car was like a refrigerator. Grandma had been nudging the temperature control colder and colder all along our trip. As I cuddled up against my mother I noticed that she was cold as well. I looked over the boxes and found a light blanket that I spread over us in an attempt to get some warmth.The blanket was too thin and offered little comfort to us as we. She reaches in, pulls it out. It is a pink creature that looks like a blind eel, with heavy balls hanging in an exaggerated scrotum from its hind end. It squirms in her hand and wiggles struggling vainly in the woman’s grip as she smiles down at me.Then she drops it on my belly with a wet thump. I freeze trying to suppress a shudder as my eyes widen in horror.It wriggles there, pushing it’s way down, until it is bumping and rubbing at my mound, then it begins to press into my body with firm. I felt the pole at my back and didn't make to move. Standing practically toe to toe, he placed his palm on my cheek. I closed my eyes and turned my face slightly, kissing his thumb as it crossed my lips. I opened my eyes to see him gazing down my open shirt. I had forgotten I was so exposed to him.His hand traveled down my neck and, joined by the other, traced the curves of my breasts through my open shirt. He cupped my breasts and teasing my painfully hard nipples. My breathing became shallow.