It sounded as if I were half asleep. “Shut the fuck up,” he said into my ear as he roughly put his hand back over my mouth and moved my head back.... felt him unzip my jeans and force his hand down my underwear. He grabbed everything with one hand and started to rub the shaft of my dick. As if it were a reflex, I used my free hand to punch him in the face. It barely made him move, and obviously pissed him off more. He took his hand out of my pants and put it around my neck.“So you want to fight. He paused for a minute and asked me how I was and all I could do was nod my head in approval. He started to pump into me and I was soon loving the sensation after a minute or so.He was starting to get heated and I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer, so I asked him where he was going to cum and he said, "I'm going to cum inside your tight pussy."it was then I confirmed in my head that he was fucking me bareback and this instantly made my cock rock hard. I heard him tell me he was. I somehow made it into the living room were Celle had been sitting watching T.V. She wasn’t wearing anything special but some sweats and a T-shirt. She didn’t say much, almost to ignore my presence so I decided to sit on the other couch and start some small talk. After trying to talk to her she wasn’t really responding much and didn’t really look interested to spark up a conversation. I began to feel that maybe she had changed her mind about things and didn’t want to take things any. Apart from a urinal/coffee/gas/weather/urinal stop in Regina I spent the entire day barely one step ahead of the front. Regrettably the front did not stop for rest, and must have known that I could fly no farther that day than Minot, my airport of entry to the U.S.Notwithstanding - and perhaps precisely because of the autopilot on my Saratoga - I'd been close to being ravaged by the lusty arms of Morpheus when I touched down at Minot International Airport, so late in the day that US Customs had.