It was a lot to pack into two weeks but we got lucky that we only got a couple of days of rain, which we luckily spent inside at one of the venues.Now...we were home. I was dreading being back because of the accident two weeks ago. I had realized Saturday morning while I was on I75 south driving through Ohio that I had not stayed at the scene of the accident and gave a report. I didn't have much to say except that the bus was on my side of the road but I didn't know what the other driver might. Day by day our understand towards each other grew. One day I silently asked about different girls in her college who are kind of bitchy in their own ways. Like going out with their boy friends and that sort of things she did not mind to talk to me about all those things and so I was confident that I can seduce her in some way or the other. So one day I took her to my terrace to talk to her . I made up a fake story that I saw her semi nude when her college annual day was going one from the. "That's it. . .twist your hand. . .and yes! yes! You've got it, son. . .just a little more!" I grab the back of his head and shove it down against my cock. "Lick Daddy! See? This is where you came from just eight years ago. What is going to come out is what I put into your mommy to make you happen. That's it! Now nibble nicely! Oh yes, Daddy's good boy! Ahhhh! Daddy is coming!"My cum spurts out and splashes against my son's startled cheek and runs down over his pumping fingers, covering them in. ”“I’m really getting hungry,” Betsy said.Wheels said, “I know. We’ll be there in a few minutes. I don’t think our passenger will appreciate it if I drive down the stairs.”“We’re going to a seafood place. Is that okay with you?” Betsy asked.Sally nodded her head. She looked out the window, hoping that her pretended interest in her surroundings would deter Betsy from asking more questions. Betsy was not deterred. She asked one question after another about Sally’s research. They weren’t.