Roberta slipped ahand under the hem of Mike's dress and into his panties. He groaned andhis legs shuddered."Your clit is hard and your pussy is wet Mi...helle," Roberta teased. "Ithink your ready to be fucked."Mike came instantly at the thought of Bobby fucking him."You bad girl," Roberta chided. "You've had your fun but I haven't hadmine."She slapped his ass with her free hand."Get on your knees and suck my dick," she ordered.Mike followed her instructions instantly. He fell to his. She left it there until we passed Rockport and turned inland towards Leggett.She pulled her hand away. “Let’s just go home,” she said suddenly. “Please… I want to go home now.” I looked over at her, nodded, and silently recalibrated our route back to Vancouver. We wouldn’t be taking the coast road after all._______________________Around 6 p.m., after speeding up Interstate 5, we arrived in Portland. Our plan was to stay there for the night, and then head directly on to Vancouver the next. Instead, she just lied back pushing her butts up providing me ample access.I then kept a tip of my cock on her pussy gate & tried to insert it a little to check where exactly I have to insert it. Chanda who had completely surrendered to me, had already closed her eyes & tighten her lips. I had finally managed to find the right path there & without losing my position I lied on to her body so that I could suck her mangoes while I ride her.I knew it hurts in the beginning so I relaxed a little,. Shame on me.I guess this is it. I blew it. And then I fucked up again. I have to accept it. Gather the shards of my broken life and try to glue them together. If I'm lucky the new life might give me some shelter. For me and the damn child. It will be hard, though, with all the missing parts.Like, where does one find a roof?I have been living with my parents, these past few days. They live in Brooklyn in a big rambling old house. There's room enough, even with the baby. But I can't stay there. I.