After a couple of days of driving, I then hit less than a hundred miles from my target, and realized I needed some stuff. I forgot to get gifts for my...cousin, and for my sister, so I then turned off the highway, and drove towards the nearest town, called Carter. Not even two lights later, I saw a sign pointing to a large flea market type place called Harkersville Auctions. I felt this was higher powers at work here, helping me out. What kind of a coincidence was it that I happened to turn at. I watched, feeling my pussy pulse more, as she stripped off her bra, and slipped off her panties. Michele has perfect C-sized melons of breasts with generous silver-dollar-sized dark pink aureoles finished off with thick, round erasers of nipples. Her torso was lean and muscular from gymnastics and general tom boyishness. She stepped out of the pile her jeans and panties made at her ankles. He nude figure made my pulse thump, my pussy ache. "Well, anyone going to join me?" she said,. "OK, we're throwing our guns out, but we've got injured, you'll have to help us leave." A moment later a couple of guns of various types clattered to the ground outside the door."Nice try, but we're not idiots. We know you've got no limit of guns you can toss out, and we know you've got body armor. We're not about to believe you don't have another hundred guns ready to shoot us with. If you're injured, you'd best drag each other outside the door, and don't dare try to draw down on us."The man. I sat sobbing as the raised voices carried on in the house. ‘Gina, is it really mine?’ Martin asked quietly, through the open window of the car. I looked up from the car and nodded. He opened the door and took my hand. We walked round the big garden surrounded by a high wall. We didn’t talk for a long time, because I think, Martin was just getting his head round the idea of being a dad. ‘I’m sorry I dumped you,’ I mumbled. He laughed a little. ‘That really doesn’t mean anything now does it?.