As I shakily walked around to the front of the car, I thought to myself, “What the hell had just happened?” Then I looked down, dropped to my knees in shock. Then, at the last minute, I changed my mind. So even though there was a chance I could have gotten laid if I’d stayed at her house, it hadn’t made sense. Regardless, she didn’t object, once she felt my eight inch cock filling her like that. But the person who got out of the other car didn’t look anything like a wacko. Damn, that’s fucking great. Standing on the soft shoulder of the road, I swatted her on the naked butt three or four times. “Oh you’ll see me again,” she said, licking her lips and leaning her arm on the window’s edge. The motion was so slick and smooth, that I was buried to the hilt in her tight wet pussy before she even had a chance to gasp and moan. It was so late that very few cars were passing on the freeway. She has high cheekbones, like she has some Indian blood, bright blue
