I pull over for a second and reach back and get a blanket from the back seat. I cover you to keep you warm then I lift your head gently and slip a pil...ow under you. You smile in your sleep and curl up as best you can on the car seat. The rest of the drive was peaceful, the car purring along quietly enough that I can hear your breathing. I’m in no hurry and would rather let you sleep so I drive in the right lane gently avoiding rough spots in the road. I am enjoying the ride and the closeness to. My nephew Mike often lived with my family when I was growing up because his mother was a rather unstable young adult - often in and out of jobs, boyfriends, and living situations. As a result, he and I were quite close as kids, and at the time of this story, Mike was one of my best friends in the world.Unlike me, however, Mike was an imposing physical specimen. He did share red hair and a light complexion with me, but the similarities ended there; my "little" nephew dwarfed me physically,. She said she wasn't going to judge, but wanted to look out for me. I told her he seemed like a nice guys (not an axe murderer) and was considering inviting him back to my room. Our rooms were side by side and she said if I did she would accompany us in a cab back to the hotel to make sure I got back to the room safely. After a few more songs he wanted to get out of the club and I suggested he accompany back to my room. He suggested I could go with him and his friends and they would take me. So why was I out in my truck instead of inside getting my cock sucked by an anonymous whore? I was fighting a moral dilemma. You see, I am married, happily married in fact, with two kids, a teenage son and daughter. But with Brittany’s new promotion causing her to work late most days, and both the kids at various sport practices after school, I found the weekday afternoons home alone to be empty. Add the fact that my wife and I haven’t touched each other sexually in months. This left me.