My man got into the driver’s seat and started the truck. I started to get into the passenger seat and he told me to get into the back with our guest. James and I piled into the back seat together.
“Are you sure you’re ok to drive?” I asked.
“Right as rain, my love,” he told me. “That last bourbon is still sitting on the table in there and my last drink before that was just Coke.”
“Please be careful,” I told him as I settled into my seat.
I turned to look at James. He was seated next to me and looking at me like I was the chocolate bar with the golden ticket inside and he knew it. I think he was afraid to make a move with my man sitting so close by. I decided I would remind him where his fingers had already been.
I turned towards him and slowly pulled my skirt up. As the hem was inching it’s way up my thighs, I noticed my man angling the rear view mirror so he could watch. This only served as yet another reason to cause me to continue to drip from my pussy.