I had often fucked my wife thinking about Becky, and actually wondered sometimes if my wife had chosen her as our babysitter so that I might be able t... have some fun with her.But this story really isn't about me and Becky, but what happened afterward. I did get home a lot earlier than expected, and told Becky that she could either head on home, or stick around and watch the game with me. She chose the latter, and I poured her a drink. By the time my wife came home, Becky and I were rolling. I had scarcely closed my eyes, though, when I felt the SUV turning and slowing; were we already home? But no, the driver was just pulling into a gas station to stretch her legs. I joined her and the other passengers who weren't asleep, then we were back on the road again."How much farther?" someone asked the driver."Not too far," she replied. "We'll be there in about an hour."An hour? I thought, glancing down at my well-fucked lady."Fuck it..." I then muttered, sliding down again to join her.. He’d seen her beautiful little rosebud clit glistening with her juices and he’d imagined what she must taste like and it had driven him to almost insanity. He had to have her. He wanted to bury his nine inch cock deep inside her, feel her pink pussy wrap itself around his thick girth. He could feel his cock start to throb inside his boxers. He pushed it down as he looked out of the window of the ferry at the sight of the approaching harbour. He was almost there, then an hour long drive back to. Bambi went to the most exclusive schools, wore the most fashionable spring pelts and winter furs, was given anything she asked for.But such a life was not what Bambi desired. Tired of her sheltered and privileged life, she dropped out of school, moved out of her father's house. With only a primary education, she worked multiple jobs during the day and slept in the homes of friends, co-workers, or whatever buck she was "dating" at the time. Living on her own, Bambi had no need for her imaginary.