"I don't know. It's possible." You didn't wonder about it?" I asked him, using a corner of the towel to wipe my face and neck."I didn't see her again,... he shrugged with a glance at Eva, undoing the three buttons holding his shirt closed and peeling the white silk from his body.The rain grew very loud and the wind had picked up, but there was no thunder or lightning, nothing like that. Once I was almost sort of dry, Eva gave the towel to her brother and started lifting my t-shirt. I might have. Alicante to Munich isn’t really that far. Traveling as a self-sufficient party of one is a liberating experience. If you want to stop, detour, play music far too loud, whatever, then that’s what you do. No-one asks questions or complains or makes sour comments. I didn’t hurry, but kept going steadily and was a hundred kilometers past the French border when tiredness caught up with me. I pulled into the next rest area, clambered between the front seats, and was home. Supper, a little reading,. It was slow deep penetrative strokes at first pushing deepShe then rolled me over and jumped on. Riding me furiously begging me to cum inside her as she wasn’t going to cum until I did!After repeatedly begging for my cum I unloaded bareback inside her in what can only be described as a milk truck hitting a brick wall. It was fucking intense. I had cum inside a pussy bareback for about 3 years. That moment you let go, hearing her tone change as you’re filling her up and then feeling my cock. Bethany had been resentful towards me over something forseveral weeks now, but I had no idea what and she wouldn't tell me. I'ddone my best in the five years since her mother had died, but being asingle father was hard. Looking at Bethany now - blonde, pretty, readyto take on the world - I wondered what had happened to the little girlwho used to love it when I bounced her on my knee."Don't stay up too late," I said, heading out, an order that was metwith folded arms and a defiant frown.It was.