He’s mocking me.“SSSSSTTTP!” I screamed at him, but the words were muffled by the cloth in my mouth. I squirmed in vain from his touch.He did no... stop stroking my mound. I heard him laugh at my predicament.“You’re tough.” He began to say as his fingers violated my pussy. “There ain’t a lot of people who can hit me. And you? You managed to knock me down for a while.”As he finished speaking, his fingers finally left my mound. I heard the sound of a drink being poured into a glass.“So, you’re a. He was really pushing it, dodging in and out of traffic. I spotted a trucker's map book between the seats and opened it to central California. "Heading for 80?" "Yep." "Better get fuel first chance before the traffic builds up at the stations." "Got it."While he was filling the tanks at the truck stop I ran in to pick up a couple jean jackets and some jeans & flannel shirts for the both of us. I figured that he ran about a 4XL. A stock boy had a cart out with cased goods on it. I took a case of. They still looked interested though slightly disappointed. "That's not making out!" said Aaron. Tara and I smiled at each other. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her face to mine. Her lips were soft and her tongue massaged mine. Her kisses moved to my neck and then down to my breasts. I cupped her breasts over her bra and ran my hands down her back to her ass, sliding my hands under her thong. It was a routine me and Tara had done many times and had proved to be a crowd pleaser.. All that was missing was sufficient tracking data to support her arguments and time would take care of that. She didn’t need to tag any more sharks since she had already tagged far more of them than was necessary for her dissertation. For now, she would wait while the sharks swam across the ocean pursuing whatever agenda sharks pursued and then finish that portion of her dissertation.She was at her borrowed desk in her borrowed laboratory analyzing the DNA of the various sharks she had taken.