Michele was vary aware of her own clothing; the flick of the hem of her miniskirt on her stockinged thighs, the rustle of her silken blouse on her bar...e skin and the taste and smell of her makeup and perfume. Michele was becoming aroused. She could feel her cock hardening in the confines of her pantyhose and panties; it bulged at the front of her skirt and she knew that Jill must be able to feel it.Jill touched Michele's hair and eased Michele's head onto her shoulder; she whispered,"You're. Susan's mom. What's up?" Oh, nothing much. Jason called Susan's mom to help him find an apartment. That's all." You know, I keep watching Susan and Jason, and it's like standing at a train station, knowing that there's a train coming from each direction." Oh, stop worrying. Susan talks to me. She's not going to do something stupid. She's NOT dumb, you know." I hope so. Just that sometimes she seems kind of bubble-headed." I won't tell 'er you said that." Don't. I like Susan. That's why I. I... mumble sometimes."Brandice looked down, frowned at her shirt, chuckled a little. "Oh right. I just threw this thing on and forgot I was wearing it. Thank you."My face flushed hot with embarrassment. I opened my mouth, tried to make myself say something to fix this awkward moment. I wanted to say that her top looked cute on her, or nice or otherwise good on her, not to mention, wow, those leggings, but I couldn't make the words come out.She rolled her eyes and clocked in, marching off to. I didn't expect to get too far on Saturday night, with my late-in-the-day departure. The Arkansas state line was a reasonable goal. When I got to Ft. Smith, I didn't even look for a hook-up. I just parked the RV in the far reaches of a massive Wal-Mart parking lot and shut down for the night. I figured two more long days of driving would get me to Chapel Hill.It was late Monday when I pulled in. I decided it was too late to show up at Henderson Manor, so I took the RV to the park Tess always.