Fortunately, the rest of the drive is uneventful.

You look back in the mirror to see that no one has awoken. Gemma sits back up and puts her seatbelt back on, using her long tongue to lick off the cum dripping down her upper lip, as if nothing had happened, while you stuff your soaking wet semi-hard cock back into your pants. Fortunately, the rest of the drive is uneventful, albeit you're constantly distracted by the small trickle of jizz still hanging off Gemma's nose. As you finally turn off the highway into your hometown, your wife rouses herself from sleep, looking at the clock which reads just after 11:20 PM. She reaches forward and touches you on the shoulder to get your attention, and for a moment you're petrified that she was just pretending to sleep and witnessed the entire ordeal.

"Honey," she says, "Do you mind stopping by the supermarket before it closes at midnight? The fridge is empty at home and I'll need to make breakfast tomorrow morning."

You nod and make a short detour to the mega supermarket near your home. Your wife gives you a list of things to get from the fresh fruit and vegetable section whilst she goes off to grab some other items off the shelves. Gemma heads into the supermarket with the two of you while her father sleeps in the car so that she can 'stretch her legs'. Instead, she follows you around, pointing out all the vegetables you could, in her words, "put inside of her". You do your best to ignore her, grabbing all the items on the shopping list as quickly as possible before reuniting with your wife near the cashier. Finally done, you head back to the car and drop Gemma and her father home, helping them with their bags before saying goodbye.

"Thanks for the awesome trip!" Gemma says, giving you a big hug. She deliberately presses herself into your crotch, before skipping away to her front door with a wave.