His response was instant, the erection solid and pushing against me.“I like this position,” I murmured and rocked my hips against his length. The ...issed “Fuck” that rolled from his lips gave me the push I needed to slide my hands underneath his own sweater and slowly explore. Anton wasn’t ripped, but he was strong and broad-chested, the skin smooth under my hesitant touch. Before fully undressing him, I lingered on a nipple, unsure if the feeling would be as good for him as it was for. I was still nervous about being responsible for everyone, but with my accepting the obligation of caring for Anh, as limited as my share of that was, I could hardly complain about everyone else moving nearby. They could get a job and be independent after all, thus the only imposition would be on my time and attention. We concluded with Anh telling us she needed to clean up some details near her home.That got me thinking about the other women. Undoubtedly they’d each need to tell their families. At Cornwall. The stop and go traffic towards the border crossing created a frantic situation for me. Every time I moved my right foot from the gas to the brakes, the inside of my thigh pushed hard against the ice scrapper’s blade. That shoved it sideways and I felt it split open my vulva. Each time we moved a car length ahead, I felt my pussy got looser and wetter. It was all I could do to stay calm while approaching the Customs Officer. She was an attractive, but bitchy-looking. After a while my breathing steadied and I opened my eyes.Ben was looking at me in the mirror. "Sure you're okay Beth?" He said."I'm fine," I said curtly, "just watch the road." Last time I pick you up," he replied."I appreciate you picking me up," I said, "it's you making me piss myself I'm annoyed about." Just because you're a big baby and can't control your bladder," he said."Oh fuck off," I said, cutting off the conversation. We travelled in silence the rest of the way, me sat smelling of my.