After 218K miles, the A/C on Red, the hand-me-down from her ever-thrifty dad, barely worked so the windows were down as she turned onto I-95 for her 5 hour drive home. Indian Sex Sara explained that she was nearing Wilmington and traffic was slowing down because of construction or an accident. Sara smiled looking down as the wind blew the raveled edge of her jean skirt and she felt it on her bare light brown bush. “Oh fuck, she’s not wearing any panties!” She was laughing and having a fun conversation on her phone. Her cellphone rang and Sara touched her bluetooth earpiece to answer. Sara obliged, and felt herself getting wet. Cliff had been on the road for seven hours and would end his highway shift somewhere outside of Philly. Traffic hadn’t budged. Her cellphone rang and Sara touched her bluetooth earpiece to answer. After 218K miles, the A/C on Red, the hand-me-down from her ever-thrifty dad, barely worked so the windows were down as she turned onto I-95 for her 5 hour drive home. She’d heard a few truckers blow their horns as she passed, but being a “ditzy blonde” as Brian called her, she was oblivious as to why.
