Then we bravely headed north.We crossed the border into Canada at Sweetgrass, MT, and drove through Lethbridge, Calgary and Edmonton, turning west to ...Grand Prairie. Three or four days had gone by, and all was going well. We were able to rent separate rooms at night, and our relationship was pleasant and business-like.But then we reached Pouce Coupe in British Columbia. We probably could (should) have gone on to Dawson Creek where the Alcan Highway really begins (Mile 0), but it gets dark early. Rachel continued to keep her hand around my neck, holding it firmly, while her mouth gave attention to my breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking, biting, licking. She moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, making my nipples standing up on end, stiff and inviting.Steve took my hand from his cock and held my wrist firmly in his hand. He pushed it down onto the bed, holding it there solidly. He pushed his hips forward until the end of his dick pressed against. You'd better be careful. They're not a group to mess with." Hell Mike, those old mobs ties are so overrated. That's only in the movies. This is the twenty-first century. Whatever you do, don't talk to anyone about this. I have to keep it a secret; I don't want it to get out. She's coming back next month for the Earth Day rally and I'm going fuck her again. I already have a video of her screwing me in the bedroom. So please keep it under wraps. Hell, when I'm through with her, I might let you. "Come on," Laura whispers, gently grabbing my hand and leading meupstairs to her room. Fifteen minutes later, my nails are once againpolish-free, my face is scrubbed clean of all make-up and my hair isback in its straggly, boyish style... And I'm only able to stare at myreflection for one second before bursting into floods of tears."It's not fair," I sob as I pull my jeans back on, before crying evenmore. "Why can't I just be who I want to be? Why does my fucking fatherthink that I'm just going.