I looked at Jocelyn. She looked at me. Then, we both just kept walking. A door slammed and Hank came running up to us. “Don’t be stupid. Get in the truck.” “It’s a nice day today, isn’t it, Jacey? Good day for a nice, long walk to a bus station,” I mused. “I was thinking the same thing,” Jocelyn
“I just don’t see why you don’t want to help with the baby,” my mother said after a while. “I just don’t see why you’re having a baby if you can’t take care of it yourself,” I grunted back. “Family takes care of family,” Hank intoned from the driver’s seat as though he were Moses coming down the m
-Jacey- My father ended up dropping us at a car rental agency, huffing and puffing over the Greyhound Bus Station having closed. We spent three-and-a-half awkward hours in the car, stopping at rest stops and gas stations only when Jeanie said she needed a break. I would have rather peed my pants t
Caleb grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard, hungrily. Then he backed off a bit to let me get out of the passenger seat. Shaking with anticipation, I got in the back seat and leaned against the closed door so I could wriggle out of my pants and panties. Caleb opened the opposite door just
“Should we call them?” I asked, guilt pricking me a little, and not for the first time. Caleb smoothed down the hair that had escaped my braid and shook his head. “Not until we’re at the hotel. When I’m cock deep inside you. THEN we’ll call.” “CALEB!” I gaped, scandalized. Caleb gave me a wicked
-Caleb- My Jacey was wet for me as I slowly curled my fingers inside her, and I groaned, imagining the feel of that warm, tight wetness around my dick. But this was about her, not me, and even if I died of blue balls, I was going to pleasure the fuck out of her before thinking of opening my pants.
“You’d better be,” Hank said. “And I’ll expect you home by tomorrow.” “No can do,” I responded, starting to pant myself. “I’m afraid I booked three nights here so Jacey and I can see the sights.” Hank growled. “What are you doing right now?” “Hiking. Working up quite a sweat, actually,” I said, g
Jocelyn hummed happily, and I gave her scalp some extra, unnecessary massaging before rinsing out the shampoo and moving on to conditioner. “Caleb, you’re really good at this,” Jocelyn sighed. “Practice makes perfect,” I said evasively. “You had another girlfriend with long hair,” Jocelyn inferre