Quietly go in to find Mary, leaving Deenie to do her thing

Your heart beats fast, seeing from a glimpse round the parcel truck's back door, that it's Deenie, Mandy's all-grown-up daughter, strapped-on with a hip harness and giving it to someone inside the gently rocking truck. As much as you're tempted to peek, you don't want to make your housesitter not feel at home before you've gotten on the road with Mary and the RV you're going to be delivering.

So you back off from the Amazin Smiles truck and tiptoe round the side of your palace of a double-wide to your back door and let yourself in that way.

You find Mary taking clothes from the dryer and wrap her up in a hug from behind, your Old Number One going stiff when the front of your pants touches your wife's butt.

"Brian, you have the devil in you," Mary says.

"I'm happy to share if you want the devil in you too."

"You know Deenie is around, don't be fresh," Mary says.

"Deenie's looking pretty busy getting up close and personal with the delivery driver," you tell her.

You lead Mary to the front window, where you peek through the blinds together and see Deenie wearing her harness with a strapped-in dildo and giving it to the delivery lady from behind, bent over a shelf in the back of the truck with her pants down to her knees, her buns rippling each time Deenie bottoms out with a thrust.

"Well goodness me," Mary says. "Deenie said she knew the driver, but I didn't know she knew her biblically."

"You feeling the spirit, Mary?" you ask her, giving her a squeeze on the buns as you stand side by side.

Roll +COOL(+2) to STALK Mary: 4 + 2 = 6, Miss.

"Too much to do, honeybear," Mary tells you. "And look, Deenie's friend is touching Heaven!"

Indeed, the delivery driver is bucking back at Deenie's strap-on. Her cap falls off as her head strains forward and tips sharply back. Her ear and cheek are flushed with the hot blood of a gal popping her nut.

You love how that looks, and even more, how that sounds and feels when you're the one giving it to her.

"We'll have plenty of time on the road," you say.

You help Mary with folding and packing and take directions on what goes where so you'll be ready to roll.

The truck doors close and the engine catches. Deenie is out on the paved apron in front of the house, smoking a cigarette. She pinches it out after a few puffs and tucks it away, then pops a breath mint into her mouth. She moves to go back toward the house, stops, and unbuckles her hip harness.

Deenie was hanging a pretty nice joint there in her harness, very realistic looking, a little bit bendy. As finely made as any you've seen tucked in a lady friend's night table bottom drawer.

You go back to packing your bags. A little later, Deenie steps back in from the front door. She's carrying a stack of packages that came off the Amazin Smiles delivery truck, including one package with an open top and a loop of webbing strap peeking out.

"Oh hey Brian!" she says.

Deenie knows you well. She used to babysit for Shasta and Sarah when they were little and she wasn't quite so little. And she knows you from you dating her mom Mandy before Mary eased on in and stole you away.

"Hey Deens, you ready to be queen of my castle?" you ask.

"Ha ha, sure," Deenie says. "Should be easy work after being the motor pool sergeant."

Deenie still looks like she's in military trim, a squarer and more solid figure than her mom.

"Worst things up here on the side of the hill are bad weather, power failures, and plumbing backups," you say. "And you've got the who-to-call right by the phone. Well, I guess crappy cell service counts as the worst, if you're Shasta or Sarah."

"Mary gave me the drill," Deenie says. "I'm all set."

"And you're all provisioned? All those packages for you?"

"Yeahhh?" Deenie says, raising her eyebrows.

You grin. "Yeah, I think I saw you tryin' one out when I came up."

Deenie blushes just a little. "Well then," she says.

"You looked busy, figured it was pretty much your business and not mine. So, you know, don't bring any new friends here, just folks you already know and trust, and don't leave anyone here except your mom."

"Yeah," Deenie says. "The driver was an old friend from around here. Gonna put these in Shasta's room."

"Carry on." You smile and nod.

After dinner, you and Deenie sit out back while you get the juicier details of her posting as motor pool sergeant. Turned out that the clerks, drivers, and mechanics were a bunch of gay boys, Private Salami, Corporal Banana, nicknames like that, and so Deenie was Sergeant Dickless. But she got invited along like she was one of the boys.

"I actually fit in pretty well, you know?" Deenie tells you. "Just as boy-crazy as the rest of them. And you used to call me Butch, so I can blame you."

"I knew you didn't like girly-girl things, Deens," you tell her. "Got you out of some things by telling Mandy you'd promised me you were gonna help change the oil or adjust the timing. So I guess maybe I did set you up for the motor pool."

Deenie laughs. "No regrets, they were a fun bunch. Thinking I might go work for a shop. Or set one up, if nobody round here is hiring."

"You know there are those mobile inspection and tune-up jobbies," you tell her. "No bad workmates, you're just driving round and running safety checks and easy fixes. But you'll figure it out."

"You always had my back when Mom gave me a hard time, Brian," Deenie said. "Wish Mom coulda held on to you tighter." She tilts her head. "At least she got you part-time." She plunges her pointer finger in and out of the curled fingers of her other hand.

"Yep," you tell Deenie.

Mary calls you back in to help dry and put away.

You have 2 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (your wife Mary).

How does your RV trip with Mary start, or maybe switch to Deenie's point of view?