I giggled, mainly in an attempt to gain control of myself, and spoke, mainly to break the awkward silence of our heavy breathing, "Gee this is really ...nice, Susan, but it does seem weird, cause guys are always kissing me when they go for my tits." This was a feeble joke, not a hint, but Susan took it as a suggestion. When I felt her lips touch mine, I started to gasp, which simply parted my lips for Sue's slippery tongue. But I was so swept away by her delicious, sexy kiss that I found my fears. I normally shut the ringer off but since she hadn’t arrived yet and I had kept it on. It was her name on my phone, I was instantly worried, an emergency perhaps calling her away, cold feet or nagging guilt about how we were both cheating on our spouses. I answered the call hesitantly afraid of what I might hear. Her voice greeted me on the phone.“Listen” she said, “I don’t want to make love today.”“OK”, I replied. Thinking she was ill or maybe having a change of heart.“No today I want you. Before he knew it, Christopher felt Lacey unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his muscular arms. She started kissing his exposed torso, making a winding path to the top of his jeans. He couldn’t stand anymore, this was too much. Christopher walked over to the bed and sat down as Lacey started unbuttoning his pants, exposing his erect, eight inch cock to the warm summer air. She kneeled in front of him, kissing the inner parts of his toned thighs, working her way up to his shaft. Lacey. Jay was obviously enjoying putting herself on display like this and it wasn’t long before she was attracting the attention of truckers as we were passing. They had an almost birds eye view into our car and had the full benefit of looking down Jay’s cleavage and naked legs all the way to her crotch. On approaching another truck, Jay suggested that I slowed down and pulled level with the driver. Just before we reached the cab, Jay put the seat back a little and pulled her dress even higher so.