.. Who knows what could happen....." Gently I moved my hand along her bare leg upwards and slid it under her dress. She didn't seem to mind it, so slo...ly I kept on moving it towards her pussy. "You're naughty...!, she said laughing, "You can't keep your hands off..." My fingers pushed against her thong that covered her pussy. She let out a soft moan, put down her glass of wine on the table and started to kiss me again.I kept on rubbing her pussy through her thong, it was getting really damp.... They didn’t have to. Suddenly their attention was grabbed by the sound of a door closing. It was the truck driver. Danny and Jake looked blankly into each other’s eyes, unsure of what to expect from the big, burly driver as he stomped towards them. Would he be angry that he was forced to stomp on the brakes? Or happy that everybody was ok?Simultaneously, both emotionally drained young men turned their heads to face the driver, trying to identify from his body language what kind of mood he was. Once we were behind the van, he pushed me against it and kissed me. Out tongues met in the first really good, deep kiss. He really paid attention to the kiss, too. I moaned into his mouth. His hand cupped me again, caressing my whole mound. God, I wanted him. I would fuck him right here. I don't care just fuck me, I thought."Open my pants. Feel my cock, you nasty little slut," he told me. I felt a burst of heat. For him, I was a nasty slut. Anywhere, anytime.I opened his pants and started. "The Sheriff wants to have a press conference tomorrow to make the arrest public. He though you might like to be there." Webster said."No thanks, I'm still in some pain," I said."You could do yourself some good," he said."And the Sheriff," I said."That goes without saying," Webster said the sarcastic smile was in his voice."I think I'll just pass, but tell him that I would love to if I felt better." I said."Who said you weren't going to play the game," Webster suggested."I don't know. I never.