She then confessed that she had volunteered me to do the four hour each way turn around trip from our place to Vegas.Six hours later I pulled up outsi...e my sister-in-law's work place to pick her up. We swung by and grabbed a few boxes of her possessions out of her friend's car, and were quickly on our way back across the desert.As the misfit of the family, she has always leveraged shock value to get attention. She had several tattoos, her hair was always a different color, today it was bleached. I suggested going for a walk in the park, dancing, or something else if she had any ideas. Hell, I was open for anything other than going home. Then she said no. She said that she just wanted to go home and relax. Frustrated is about the only word that I can come up with to describe how I felt. Our sex life hadn’t been the greatest lately, not that I was expecting any, but I really was hoping to get some that night. And then she said no, that she just wanted to relax. I knew my chances of. In my head I had thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me but when a car came up the road, I watched him tuck his tool back into his shorts and pretend he was just sitting there and enjoying the day. I shrugged it off, flipped my smoke out the window and consulted the map until I knew where I was. Smiling and nodding to myself I looked up, out my windshield and again the man across the street was holding himself in his hand and looking my way. I was a good distance away so I would have. Fuck, not again! I hadn’t showered that morning. I still had Demie’s orgasmic juices on my cock, and Kestrel had smelled them when she got close. That scent turned women into wanton fuckbunnies, and this cute university student was no exception.I couldn’t let this happen again, not after what happened with Carrie. “Look, Kestrel, I can’t help you. Please just get back to work, okay?”Pouting, she left. I sighed.A few minutes later, my manager messaged me, hey, give Kestrel whatever she needs,.