I smiled, and she tried to contain her giggles.A few moments passed, and she spoke,"James, can I ask about your status?" she mused.I nodded, and this ...as opening into more deep seated conversation."Yeah, sure," I said smiling.She nodded and spoke, almost choosing her words. "Are you single, or engaged or married?" She giggled, as if the question struck her laughter button.I grinned. "Single sadly, been so for almost a year now. Since before I left the UK, to come here. It was more of a fling. She wasted no time in getting her pussy on display and began to really finger herself. Occasionally I would reach over and play with her nipples. She did something I had never seen before, she pulled her wet dripping fingers out and put them into her mouth. She licked all of her juices off before putting them back in. Oh my God, she said. Hes puling out his dick! I glanced over and could see him raising his hips up so she could see his dick above the bottom of the window. I have never heard. Maybe we should just let the police work this out.’ She started to dial the phone. ‘No! Please.’ She looked over at me as if surprised I’d spoken. ‘Are you sure I can’t just…’ But I knew there was no point offering money again. This woman had enough money; that was obvious. It was pose for her smutty photos or talk to the police. ‘Who would see these photo’s …. If I agreed.’ I stammered, blushing furiously. ‘I’ve never posed nude before, not for anyone.’ She folded the phone and put it. " Roland drove, Frank was shotgun and Lacon and I were in the back seat. The fellas were talking loudly and playing the radio up front. Lacon and I sat closely and spoke very softly to each other. Roland kept looking through the rearview to see what was going on back there. Being from Utah they were a little intimidated by Lacon. I mean we had all commented on how fine she was but they didn't really have any idea how to approach a sister. On the other hand I had always done well with black.