Why didn’t I get gas on the way over? “I need gas. I don’t know how far I can go without refilling the tank,” I tell her, hoping we can just g...o back to my place and hop into bed. “So stop and get some. We have a ways to go. I wouldn’t want you to have to walk all the way to get a gas can filled while you’re naked. Or would I? I like what I’m seeing.” she replies with an evil grin across her beautiful face. Of course I have an erection and she grabs hold of it to make sure it stays. “Why don’t. First her pants, and then, her blouse. She folded them neatly, and laid them on a stool that was setting there. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, and shrugged it off, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and lowered them to the floor, too. She laid them on top of the other clothes, and stood to face "Mrs. Jones." "I'm ready, if you are." she stated. "I'm NOT shy about people, even complete strangers, seeing me naked." "My Mother is a nudist, and has been taking. Many women get off on a good ass licking. You may be ready to experience that now. So strip for us ... please?"Flustered, she stared at me a moment before opening her shirt. "I don't know what to say. No one has ever said that to me or shown any physical interest. Us?" She handed me her shirt and hesitatingly unbuckled the four hooks of her massive bra. Her long pubs fluttered just inches from my face in the breezes from the braking cars."Yes, US - Me and all these crazy drivers braking hard to. . knew that he had said something he should not have... but she hardly seemed to notice... she was so crazy and yum-yummed up with all he had put in her liquor bottles.She sat back upright then, but never slowing down the plunging absorption of her greedily sucking cunt, her long blonde hair disheveled and flailing around her soft, white shoulders, the sight of her supple nipple-hardened breasts roundly jouncing and swaying before him enough, he swore... to melt his back bone! His cock was on.