More like I agreed to think about agreeing. ButLizzy wouldn't have it. "No. There's no halfway here, Jamie. From thesecond I caught you in pink lip...tick, I knew you wanted this. Tell methis: why did you keep pushing the envelope of public exposure? Whydid you wear noticeable lipstick in a crowded airport?"I'll tell you why," she continued, "Because you want this. You wantedto be caught. The thrill you experienced was your inner desire to gofurther. Getting 'caught' was a way for you to. Of course for all my grumbling we had at least been making good time. After Courtney and I left that shitty, pay-by-the-hour motel in Sacramento we started running east, making it to Cheyenne the next night where we broke south and headed for Colorado. Once we got to Denver we started going east again, and had just crossed the state line into Kansas no more than an hour ago. Well, I say we were running but in truth I was the one doing the actual work. After all, Courtney was just a human and. She was getting faster and harder. She was holding me tight and grinding her hips into me. I was building up fast. She was also clearly approaching orgasm fast. I was pumping into her hard and ready to blow. I told her “Jamie I’m gonna cum, you gotta get off”She had her eyes closed and between her moans and grinding herself into me she managed “No… not yet”I said “No really, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop, you gotta get off”She just pushed me down and kept grinding into me. I grabbed her hips. She was still crying. I asked her why she was sad. She said that she was happy and those were the tears of happiness. She was weeping like a small baby. I lifted her head and kissed her on the lips. It felt salty. Might been the tears. She responded to my kisses and started kissing me back. Our mouths opened and we started exploring each other’s mouth. I softly rubbed her back. Then our kisses became even more gentle. We kissed each other as if we were eating an ice cream. Gently licking.