We were roommates at Varsity, she the artistic blond and I the geeky brunette. Chantelle tried then to persuade me to relax my narrow-mindedness and e...njoy my female sexuality. She told me that my prudishness would bring me heartache and deprive me of much pleasure.She was right.Time would tell.Chantelle had her studio set up as an office, with a desk, a chair and filing cabinet. In real life, I was a very successful project manager with my own business and she thought that it would be the ideal. There was no way we would make it home. I started to look for somewhere to stop. But in front of me it seemed like endless fields with no shelter.As we went on she started to moan, and hold her crotch.She was worried about making a wet stain on her red skirt. She proceed to lift her ass off the seat to pull the skirt off. As she did so she let a squirt of piss shoot into her panties. It was now i noticed joyce was wearing hold up stockings. she pulled her coat off the back seat to cover. She had reclined her seat as much as possible and had been sleeping the last few hours. She glanced over at her husband. John was rubbing his face but didn’t seem in bad shape either. It had been over a ten-hour trip, what with dinner and pit stops.They pulled into the driveway and parked. “End of the line. Grab a bag and take it inside.” The girls grumbled themselves awake and stumbled towards the front door. John stopped halfway up the walk and stretched, loosening up muscles stiff from too. "Hywel jumped out of bed and then realised that he had nothing to fear. "No Amelia. Why should I?" But he'll kill you." Let's make him then."Hywel got back into bed and kissed Amelia, waiting for her husband to appear.Amelia's ex-husband entered the mine and went straight to her bed chamber. The sight before his eyes shook him totally."What's going on?" he yelled as he saw Amelia and Hywel in a loving embrace. That wasn't part of his plan, he wanted to control Amelia again as he had done in the.