"Mother opened one eye and looked over her shoulder:"Yes, dear? " I need to go" What?" I need to pee. I can't hold it anymore. " Honey, just hold it a...little longer, we can't pull over right now" No, no… I really can't hold it anymore" Jack, is there any gas station or restaurants ahead of us?" Mom asked dad."I don't think so. Why? " Teresa needs to pee." Well, I can pull over at the side of the road, and she does it behind the car." DAD!!! I'm not gonna pee on the road!" Then honey, I'm afraid. I didn't even know girls could cum like that! "Wait! I thought you wrote this stuff?"She laughed. "It's fiction! I also hate anal but it's in almost every one of my stories. I write to avoid reality." Really?" Well, what's the fun if everyone has hang-ups or problems or whatever? I mean reality makes for good drama, but only to a point. In my world, the married guy will always find out that his wife has the same kink he has. Or, if she divorces him, his girlfriend or boyfriend will be a perfect. She changes into a black miniskirt, matching garter and stockings, three inch pumps and a white see through blouse, with a black bra underneath. Jane struggles to get the stockings on and finally after a little frustration she is dressed to please. Jane gets out of her car and walks to Mr. Rizzo's frontdoor. She rings the doorbell.Moments later Mr. Rizzo answers the door and says "Good afternoon Jane, come in."Jane obeys and walks into the house, still hoping she could get out of this without. They didn't seem nearly as surprised to see us as we were to see them."Howdy," I said as we reined in."Howdy, folks. I'm Clem Cardhill and this here's my daughter Elsie."We introduced ourselves then I asked, "Did you get left behind?" You might say that. My wife died right after we got here with the train that's about four days ahead of you. I don't think Oregon is a place for me to bring up Elsie by myself. I tried to sell my wagon and oxen to anyone on the other train, but no one was.