He was naked, but his cock wasn’t hard. We had already made love about four times that day and now it was getting late. I looked up at him and frow...ed. “I can’t help it. What if he tells Mom and she freaks out?” Jessie and I had different mothers. His mother was a woman my father had an affair with. She and my mom got pregnant at the same time and Jessie and I as born a week apart in different states. Mom had moved to Florida when she found out my father had cheated on her and Jessie's mother. He returned and we started partying. Beam on ice, beer chasers and some weed i had. Porn was playing on the TV. He even picked up candles. i love candles. i couldn’t believe it. We watched vids and got high for a while and i turned out to be a flirtatious guy. i was undoing his pants and whispered that i wanted to see it, and he smiled and asked if it was curiosity about “what they say about us,” this time playfully calling on the race thing. i thought that was funny. We were pretty sloshed,. Now we were just separated by thetwo sets of panties. His cock was sticking hard straight out andbumping straight into my butt through our panties. He must havebumped it wrong at least once, because he shifted and now his pantycovered cock slipped into the crack of my ass, through my own panties,and now rode up and down along the crack.By now we were both breathing hard. I could feel his panties slidingdown off his cock with each push forward, until finally it was freeand sliding along my own. Itwas 4:28 a.m. I exited the turnpike at Worcester and got on to route 290. Through Worcestershe started stroking my cock again. All I could do was whimper, much to herdelight. 290 merged into 495, which in turn merged into 95. Traffic was picking upas people made their way into Boston for work. The Mrs. continued my torture. Two different thoughts struck terror into me at the same moment as we werecrossing into New Hampshire. One was the lone toll plaza on 95 in New Hampshiredid not have.