Sadly, yes.

Darcie’s pussy was a gapping mess when Spencer pulled himself out of her again. Queefing air, Spencer’s cum as well as her own, she turned her back to him as he drew her into his arms from behind. They spooned tenderly as they tried to relax and unwind from the intense fucking they’d just done.

“Does it really have to end?” Darcie asked rhetorically, her brain seeming in post-coital endorphins and hormones. Her conscious hazy and vague.

They both knew it did and they had given themselves the perfect send-off. Something they would remember like a wet dream for the rest of their lives.

Still, Spencer made her pussy leak even more as he reached around to play with her sensitive nipples. Rubbing her peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. She wanted to roll back over and suck him back into hardness but she couldn’t get her limbs to move. She’d lay there at the mercy of his whims.

Kissing the back of Darcie’s neck, Spencer floated down into unconsciousness at much the same time. He knew now that Darcie would forever remain one of his closest friends here in Avonwick. They’d enjoyed a brief but intense relationship that had helped both of them satisfy a need. And thankfully kept it a secret.

In the morning Spencer awoke to the sun shining through the thin motel curtains. Darcie lay across him still naked, neither of them dressing before falling asleep exhausted. She stirred much the same time he did. Rising up Spencer’s eyes dropped down to Darcie’s busty tits as she sat up in the bed.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be looking now,” Spencer said when he was caught staring obviously.

“Peak all you want Spencer. You more than earned it,” Darcie allowed him as she runs her fingers through her hair to try and control it. “Come have a shower with me so we can both look.”

The pair of them rose and washed up under the water of the motel’s hot water system. The shower giving each of them a chance to see what they would be missing in the daylight. They got dressed and went to the reception so that Spencer could settle the charge for the room. A cleaner already making a start on some of the rooms, her work cut out for her changing Spencer and Darcie’s sheets when she got to it.

The clerk at the reception rang through for a taxi to come and pick them up. It took half almost an hour to arrive as the driver had some local jobs to finish first before the two hours round trip to Avonwick. Spencer and Darcie sitting in the back quietly watching the scenery go past in private contemplation.

Spencer had the driver go first to Darcie house to drop her off. She offered to drive Spencer over to his farmhouse but he politely declined. Tony would want to check to see how she was and he didn’t want to keep them apart from that. He made Darcie promise to thank Tony for picking up the slack and taking care of Amy for him yesterday. He hoped he would never be in a position to have that happen again.

It was almost lunchtime by the time he arrived home, his stomach rumbling as he entered his own kitchen. Spencer made himself a quick sandwich as he had a heap of things to get done that afternoon. His first call was to his insurance company to let them know about the accident. He gave them the number for the Sheriff in Cherryville who would hopefully have the police report ready. The operator on the phone telling him they would have an assessor out to towing companies’ yard within the space of the following week to assess the claim and if a repair would be possible. The insurer also offering to pay for a loan car for Spencer as part of his policy.

There was a hire car company in Avonwick but they wouldn’t have a similar sort of vehicle to Spencer’s Mercedes until they could get one driven up from outside New York. The car wouldn’t arrive till the next business day which unfortunately wasn’t until Monday now.

After that Spencer just wanted to crawl into bed and lay down but he couldn’t. He wanted to get in early to the school and see Amy before the other parents arrived to pick up their kids. He’d go to reception and get them to take Amy out of her class a little before the end of the day. He wanted to avoid the other Mothers seeing him there not driving his car and ask a bunch of questions about it. He’d sneak Amy out of the school before anyone else arrived for the afternoon pick up and take Amy to get something nice to eat after school in town.

Throwing on a fresh change of clothes so as to not wear the same thing to the school two days in a room, Spencer rang up the local taxi company this time and arranged for them to send the next available car to his farmhouse. Arriving quicker than the Cherryville taxi did, Spencer made it to Carter Junior H.S. just as the final period was about to start. The parking line hadn’t even started to fill up with cars by the time he made his way to the school’s reception so they could get Amy for him.