Claire called after them, "Would you care to trade car keys?"Rachel accepted the keys to the Ford and handed her the keys to her five-year-old Chrysle... van. Rachel felt a newfound bravery and held out her hand for the keys to her new company car.Mark smiled at the key transaction. "Please drive me back to the dealership. I need to order my wheels and a little something for my mom."Rachel looked at Mark and frowned. "What about the problems we have here?" she asked.Mark nodded, "This is. "He made her feel very good. In fact, he made her feel so good that she cursed at him, knowing that she'd never be able to resist him again if he wanted to bed her.And the three orgasms he gave her with his lips and tongue were punctuated with three more as he slid his erection into her and prodded her relentlessly for fifteen minutes. Then, sealing his lips to hers, he lurched one last time, driving deep, and delivered his male nectar deep into her belly.They lay on their sides, still holding. He was riding close to the edge of the road, taking advantage of what little shade was offered by the occasional clumps of trees. He decided if he couldn’t see her from the top of that big hill he’d stop and pay the consequences later. His physical need for rest was outdueling his mental desire to not give her reason for gloating. As he glided down preparing for the big climb, a reflection in the woods ahead caught his eye. It looked like a bike, he thought. Then he saw her multi-colored jersey. . could it be that?" He shook his head, writing off what happend in the tent between them as simple childhood play. Sure, it was not something they would have admitted to ANYbody outside of themselves, and it was incredibly minor, but it was still illegal, immoral, and unchurchly behaviour. Knowing that didn't make the memory go away, though... nor the realization that he wished it would happen again. "NO!", he yelled mentally at himself, rejecting the thought as harshly as he.