Her girl friend who I had not met before joined us on the drive home. I drove for the eight hour trip. My mother was in the back seat while her girlfr...end sat with me in the front seat. After about three hours into the trip, Julie(not her real name) slid across the seat next to me and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I was nervous about this with mother in the back seat. Julie told me not to worry as my mother was asleep. As we drove she continued to play with my cock. I tried my best. "GREAT", she shot back, as if she had anticipated the question. "I see you're busy today, yourself", she remarked after looking in my basket. "Nothing like you – I saw you when I came in", I said... "You look terrific, girl" My compliment may have embarrassed her a little ... she looked down for a second, but then picked up her chin and broke into another broad smile. She grabbed the list from my hands, then carefully dropped it ... we both stooped down to "fetch" it, and that's when she. .. will?" Sure. That's half the job, showing the right guys a good time. Why, you've been cooped up in that musty hotel room of yours for weeks like you were a monk or something. Hell, you're in New York, and that's the finest city in the world for action." I know, sir, but there's all the work. And my wife..." Hang your wife, Tim, and pardon my bluntness. I'm sure she's a darling sweet kid from all you've told me about her. But you're here and she's there, and the one don't have to know about. I was rewarded with the site of my wife’s breasts smashed up against the glass and two more flashes going off. Soon I heard the back door close and stayed in my hiding place. My wife’s breasts were still pressed against the glass. The strange figure almost backed up into my bush taking pictures of my wife’s flattened tits. I could not see his face.I decided to check out his car knowing that he was occupied on the other side of the house. I recorded his license plate number, his registration.