I just stared past my husband and through the windscreen for the next few minutes until we slowed down.

Once we'd stopped, I shifted around as my back was to the door. As I did, my naked pussy again touched down briefly on Cory's cock, which was again hard.

My first thought was, How long has he been hard?

My second thought was, Why is it hard?

My third thought was, How many times can he get it up?

My fourth thought was, What the hell is wrong with me?

I opened the door and got out.

I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air... even if it...