Just me, my van and the injured girl.I never did discover how she'd ended up there.Looking back I should have driven on. What kind of man would that h...avemade me? Perhaps I should have gone past before pulling over and callingfor help. There are too many bastards in the world for that; bastardswho would love to find a pretty girl, vulnerable on the side of the roadin the middle of nowhere. So I stand on the brakes, put on my hazardlights, back up and stick my van on the verge, all the time. I pulled out my cock and lifted her skirt. She was reluctant at first until I pulled her thong aside and put two fingers into her pussy. I think she thought I was just going to finger fuck her again, but I was making sure she was well lubricated for my cock. Suddenly, I grabbed her hips and guided my cock into her soaking wet cunt all the way in one thrust. She reached behind and tried to push me out, but I continued to thrust in and out. Eventually she stopped fighting and began to push back. Ever since our initial meeting with Jennifer’s parents’ families, we’d kept in touch, sending them pictures of the kids and generally keeping them abreast of what was happening with the kids.Over the next 6 weeks we managed to hit all kinds of attractions from pure amusement places such as Disneyland to natural wonders such as the Grand Canyon and Carlsbad Caverns to historical places such as The Alamo.When we were planning where to go we discovered that we’d be near a Bluegrass Music Festival. From then on, I was to pretend my client was a man, which brought out a hereto-undiscovered part of my profession. Acting. She would run her fingers through my hair, gently unpinning it as I pretended to be a terrified bride on her wedding night. She wore a phallus strapped under her breaches and some nights she would take the fantasy to its longest form. Those nights it could take hours before she gently pressed the phallus into my ‘virgin’ passage, as I shuddered in ‘horror’ and wept my fate.