I had found a steak, corn on the cob, potatoes and some asparagus that were all good. As I sat eating my dinner I contemplated my situation. I wasn’... sure what had happened, but I was sure that it was catastrophic. Here I was in Atlanta, Georgia, 3500 miles from my home in Southern California. I decided that I needed to get back to the west coast. Driving seemed to be the only way. I was sure that there were no airlines flying. I ruled out a motorcycle, a car or pickup seemed a logical choice.. I remembered how having sex made you feel better when you were down, and what you had said about being nice, and I’d had sex with a couple of guys before we met so it seemed like the right thing to do.”I couldn’t figure out how to explain the difference between “being nice” to me and “being nice” to other guys. Poor choice of words on my part so I had to take some blame. It had sure made her feel good though.I had to ask this too. “So have you ‘been nice’ to any of my other friends?”“Only one.. ’ She held her hand out and I took it in mine and shook it. ‘Where are you heading?’ ‘I was going to turn right at the Three Ways and head for Katherine and then across to the Kimberleys, but now I guess we’ll have to stop in Tennant Creek and check in with the police, I can give them some details over the phone but they’ll want a statement for their records.’ I got on the satellite phone and gave a brief statement to the police as to what had happened, that the driver of the vehicle was fine. I pulled back slightly and pushed against her again, which elicited a deep moan of approvals from her. “Oh my gawd! “I am coming!” she remarked, as a flood of womanly juices filled her vagina, the walls of her pussy constricting vice-like, on my thick cock. She put her hands around me and dug her finger nails into my back, as she shook and trembled violently, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I couldn’t hold back and let it fly, my jism mixing with her juices and filling her tight.