... So here it isI hate fights but Kristen always knew how to push my buttons and there was one time in 2010 that was no different. Me and Kristen had... been having issues pretty much since December (I should of known the break up that lasted all of summer 2012 would be coming but At the time..) Anyways we already had a big fight/break up/ make up in January when I drove up to her college (a story I may tell on here eventually) but this time it was a little different. "I don't think I am being. We were on the northern part called the Panhandle. We drove through several small towns and every time I saw a police car, I trembled and wondered if they had my license number and were on the look out for a green pick-up truck. I glanced in the rear view mirror to see if they were following, but I knew it was just a matter of time before they'd be looking for me. I drove past several used car lots but didn't stop. They looked pretty run down and I didn't see any pick-up trucks. We drove. “Relax lover,” she murmured against my lips. “It’s not time yet.”That was easier said than done, as I wasn’t used to being this aroused without climaxing. I got lost in the sensations as her fingers explored my tiny breast while completely avoiding the nipple. It seemed like an eternity passed before those fingers traced back down my stomach, over my hip, and up the outside of my thigh.My skirt slowly slid up as her fingers traced a lazy design up my inner thigh. I was whimpering into her mouth. Dumpf röhrend, weil irgend ein Teil der Maschine wohl nicht mehr richtig befestigt war, trug sie der nicht einmal sehr alte Jeep durch eine karge, rauhe Landschaft die dazu angetan war nicht nur an Maschinen irgendwelche Schrauben zu lockern.Bernhard Stössel saß am Steuer und schaute konzentriert auf das, was die Einheimischen großspurig eine Straße nannten. Selbst zu Zeiten der Römer hätte diese Bezeichnung wegen Betruges für einigen Stockhieben gereicht; aber da der grob mit Steinplatten.