Getting in, with trembling fingers andfear in my heart, I started the car, backed out of the drive and headedup the narrow country lane away from the ...illage driving as fast as Idared.It took me an hour to get onto the motorway, but I still couldn't relax,the thought of being discovered or worse still being followed by him,made my nerves jangle. I kept looking in my mirror and then at my fuelgauge hoping against hope I had enough for my journey. I finally gotinto the foothills of the Welsh. I was wearing jeans with the wide legs and - of course - Sheila's worn panties which had been cum soaked in the park the other day.The weather was warm and inviting and seconds later Sheila turned up in a tight yellow t-shirt, light blue slim fit jeans and a wide smile all over her face.My cock was already standing in attention, but that was not to be seen because it was restrained by the tight panties and furthermore there was lots of room inside my jeans.I could feel the throbbing from an. 'You're such an asshole sometimes.' Well, maybe not. She pushed past me and slammed the front door. I heard her car engine start up a moment later and the sound of screeching tyres.I stood like a stunned fucking mullet in the doorway. What the hell had just happened? This completely bipolar outburst from one of the most serene girls I had ever met had completely floored me. It's funny how you have this image of yourself and how you would react in situations. I always thought I sort of knew what. ”“I wasn’t exactly in my right mind then.”“And you’re asserting you are now?” I teased.“I went to bed with you, so clearly I was NEVER in my right mind!”“Excuse me?!” I exclaimed in mock offense.“You know I’m pulling your leg, Mike. Are you serious enough with anyone to preclude spending the night when you’re home?”“No, but I am worried about you.”“Because you think it’s more than just sex?”“It’s always been more than just sex, Jos. You and I both know that.”“True,” she sighed. “It’s just that.