I had to stop caring about the destination and focus on the journey.’ I frowned. ‘I never really understood that expression before, but now it mak...s perfect sense. I guess maybe I haven’t had many pleasant journeys.’ Moira gave me a sad look. I stroked her cheek, and I smiled. ‘But this one… Best… trip… ever. It’s so amazing, I don’t even care about a destination. Every second with you is a mission accomplished, and perfect in its own way. I love you, Moira.’ ‘I love you too, Craig.’ She. There wasn't much but it's the thought that counts. And she appreciated the effort.I also picked up a couple different cereals and some milk for breakfast Saturday along with a variety pack of flavored milk powders. I don't know about the others but I hate drinking milk plain. I don't mind it in cereal but I hate drinking it.I put some of the groceries into my saddle bags. Strapped some to the cargo racks, and put the rest into the trailer, putting a bungee over them for good measure. Am I glad. She stopped abruptly and opened her door. What the hell? She stood by the car and stripped out of her clothes down to her bra and panties and climbed into the back seat. I followed her lead and stripped down to my boxers and hopped in back. We picked up where we left off and I couldn't get enough of making out with this hot 18 year old in white satin panties and matching bra with her firm tits spilling out the top. I felt her smooth tanned skin next to mine and I needed more. I began to. She was married with my father, this should not be happening. I pulled off the kiss and said that we should not be doing that.Then she pulled my hair hard, and said in my ear: "Yes, maybe you are right and we should not be doing this, but I know your dirty secret and I'm going to do whatever I want with you, unless you want me to tell your father. Besides, that little clit of yours turned me on so much that I'm going to turn you into a very submissive slut girl, you like it or not. Did I make.