How's Mom?" She's very tired but she's still with us," Hope said, her voice so soft that Meghan could barely hear it. "I told her that you were coming...to see her, that you would be here this evening. That seemed to give her strength."Meghan felt a mixture of relief and guilt as she heard this, relief that her mother was still alive, guilt because it had been more than five years since she'd been home to see her. "Okay," she told Hope. "I'm going to pick up my checked luggage and then see what I. By the time she finally said goodnight and left my room, it was well past 1 am. I was so tired, I fell asleep immediately.Two hours later, I found myself waking up with a very bad headache and completely wet boxers. I was too exhausted to move until I realized I had an orgasm while sleeping. My boxers were drenched in my sticky white cum. I could not believe I had a wet dream, which was my dream fantasy.I forced myself out of the bed, to clean and change my boxers. It struck me that I had. "You ladies about ready to go," Simpson asked."Simpson, I would be willing to bet that somewhere between here and the Warren county jail, we have to wait for you. It's just the way life happens." I did not say asshole, but yes I was thinking it.At 3PM we pulled onto the interstate highway for a minimum of 9 hours on the road. It was possible for us to be home by midnight but not likely."We are going to need gas soon," Simpson commented shortly before 6PM."I am going to need a bathroom break. You gently push just the tip of your finger in and out of my tight ass. It feels great and I lift my bottom more. In and out glides your wet finger. I clutch my pillow as my excitement reaches new heights. As a moan escapes my lips, your excitement grows as well. You love the feel of my ass and can't wait to see your new toy in place."I am going to insert it now, sweetie. Just try to relax," you say, reassuring me.I, of course, tense up as soon as you say relax. You see my bottom clench and rub.