~He smiles to his wife and whispers a soft, "Thanks hon," as he scans the side of the road for a place to pull over. with his hazard lights on and the windshield wipers flapping back and forth he puts the van in "park" and gives Diane a quick kiss and with a smile he points to the G.P.S. on the van's dash which will lead them right to the beach house.<br/>He then dashes out into the rain and opens the back door. He slides it open and gets inside the back of the van with a dusting of cold rain making darl circles on his white shirt. He slips past his son and daughter, who both seemed to be sleeping through the driving change, and slowly, he makes his way between their seats to the long back seat where Emma was relaxing in the dark.<br/>He wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep, but to keep from waking her if she was sleeping he sits all the way to the side, behind his daughter and behind where his wife now sits in the driver's seat. His eyes gaze down at the lovely young Latina, eyes exploring up and down those smooth legs, savoring the sight of pert young breasts hugged by her snug top, and that beautiful face that had been coming to him in dreams of late.<br/>With the darkness of the night the back of the van was quite a secluded place, and he imagined that he might be able to get away with a few things back here if Emma was willing - or asleep. So he waits patiently, keeping an eye on the girl and remaining thankful for the darkness to block any prying eyes and the sound of the rain that might block any unusual sounds.~