“You went to college with him, right?”A nod.“In fact, the other three in your car also went to college with him. You were all part of the same f...raternity, right?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat. Were you all in town to meet up with Mr. Anderman?”Another pause and then a nod.“Did you meet up with him the night of your accident?”A nod.“Did you all go out drinking? Perhaps to a nearby bar?”He shook his head.“But you were all drinking, correct? You’re not going to get in trouble for drinking. My report shows you. "Do me a favor and call Rebecca. Use my phone so you don't have to tell her who it is. All you really need to do is find out if there is anything she needs to talk to me about right away. If not, then let her know I'll call her again later. If she does, then let her know I'll call her back shortly."Cross country isn't really a glamour sport; it doesn't draw much of a crowd until you get to the big regional meets. Today's meet, being early in the season and between two relatively small schools,. She had a pretty little pussy, lips tidily tucked in and clitoris big enough to find but not alarming, if you know what I mean. I licked her and sucked her, loving the taste of her vaginal fluids. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it is not an achievement for a woman to have lovely bits, it’s just a natural gift, like Aretha Franklin’s voice. She didn’t study and train to sound like she did, it was a natural advantage she had over every other woman. Jane was an unsophisticated local girl. I still was a virgin to piercings and had none. After a few beers, Bill told us that the three of us would flash the truckers and give them something to talk about on their CB radios. Lisa was up front and Larry would tell to us when he was about to pass a truck. Linda and I sat on the table, breasts ready, to please some random truckers. As the trip went on some of the truckers motioned for us to show them our pussies, and of course we did. I was really getting wet and the beer was flowing. .