J. when she returned my call. “So, my soon to be step dad, what time you coming home?”“Knock that shit off. I should be there by five tomorrow. ...’ll call you with the when and where to pick me up tomorrow afternoon, so keep you phone on tomorrow,” I demanded.“Roger that dad,” she said and broke the connection.“Bitch,” I said to the Mustang’s radio.I spent the night in a cheap motel somewhere in Knoxville Tn. It was a nice enough place since it was close to he interstate. I was on the road again. Completely helpless now, I look up to see that Don has not closed the garage door, and that anyone driving around the Cul-de-sac is going to be able to see me in this precarious position. Don told me not to worry, that anyone driving by wouldn't be able to see into the garage anyway, it was to dark, and I was to far back. Somehow, the though of being seen just started my pussy drooling all over again, and after only a few minutes I could feel my juice running down the inside of my thighs. . I watch him shave, smiling as I do. I adjust the water when he sets his razor down, splashes him with the water before stepping into the warm spray. I find sharing a shower with him irresistible, reveling in the pleasure as we bathe each other. It is very sensual to me the feel of his touch as the water steams the room and then sharing the last towel together. We dress and begin packing our belongings. He works again while I put the room back into some kind of semblance. I lug some of my stuff. Finally, he shifted his hips to rock out of me, and pushed back in, causing a moan from both of us. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt, my insides were exploding, my breath coming in wild gasps, my nails were clawing deeply into his back. Suddenly his strokes began to quicken, and an animalistic look took over his eyes, and his body.He began to pound my pussy so hard, tears began to well in my eyes. He saw it and suddently stopped and blushed.‘God No!’ I yelled, frustrated. I thrust my hips.