The man was ranting at her, shouting over the noise of the traffic streaking by on our left. HE had wanted to take the Cadillac, not that antique thin... SHE drove. IF he HAD his cell phone they would already have help on the way. Then he started on a litany of the problems his missing the flight from Spokane was going to cause, etc., etc. It seemed everything was Helen’s fault, including global warming. If you counted the heat coming from her husband’s choleric red face, maybe he was right.. "I'm leaving," he said. Wanda got between him and the door."Greg, you probably shouldn't drive. We put something in your drinks to relax you. Let Joyce drive you home," said Wanda."If we're both drugged, why would she be in any better shape to drive than I am?" he snapped."Joyce isn't drugged," said Wanda. "She..."Wanda never got to finish her statement. The ambulance got there and the EMT's started knocking on the door. As Wanda let them in Greg pulled out his cell phone. He called our next. Immediately a form shot around from beside me and I found myself looking into Ben's face. He was angry at whoever had run into me, but a restraining hand on his arm settled him right down. He bowed low over my hand brushing his lips against the back of it, charming me almost instantly."Jenn, I am so sorry, I should have never met you here." His softly accented voice rolled over my skin. I waved it off and ran my finger over his jaw line. Leaning in, I laid a kiss there and whispered,"Dance with. Turning to face him, I put my other hand inside his boxers. Now both my hands were sliding up and down his throbbing cock. I tried to close my hands around it but my fingers weren’t long enough. They only went a little more than halfway around his shaft. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter as his cock throbbed against my fingers.My curiosity got the better of me and I pulled his boxers down to reveal his monstrous cock. Its purplish black head stood atop his long thick heavily veined shaft. I.