The trucker waves out his window and yells some obscenity that I cannot really hear. The tucker reminds me once again of what it is I am doing.I drive...the rented convertible, with the top down in spite of the cool temperatures. How odd I must appear, in my low cut white blouse and my very short black skirt. My blonde hair (actually a wig) is tied in one long ponytail that falls between the opening in the back of my pink ball cap. As I drive I am constantly aware of the feel of the cool air. As saliva drips down my chin, I work my hand to the same rhythm as my mouth. I can feel his dick growing thicker as I continue to work my lips, tongue and throat, intentionally drawing the come from his core. I’m a greedy bitch, I want it all! Within moments, I feel the warm, slick, slightly tangy come hit the back of my throat and I swallow every drop. Still working to pull the last drop, a swift intake of breath, and I’m satisfied, so I let go before shifting my focus to the cock in the other. Natalie unhitched her seat belt then started pulling her underwear down and kicked them off onto the floor. She undid her blouse then sat impatiently in silence as I removed my own seat belt and adjusted both seats almost flat and then started to undo my trousers.I leaned across her and our eyes met and we kissed with tongues. Instinct took over, my hand slipping inside her blouse and feeling one her big tits through her bra. I sucked on her neck slipping down and pulling out a breast sucking. Ms. Goodman couldn't believe what she was seeing. Kathy's reflection washolding a bunny. And as impossible as it seemed, SHE was the bunny!"You look just like a Mrs. Floppy," Kathy giggled with amusement.Ms. Goodman couldn't argue with that as she continued to stare at her ownreflection with wonder."*Gasp* That's right!" Kathy said as something occurred to her. She thenturned and started walking back towards another section of the room.Ms. Goodman's gaze remained on her reflection for as long.