She slid her finger out, and back deeper inside of me…inside, I felt her massage inside of me It threw me over edge ‘fuck Jean….’ It was incre...ible. She knew exactly what to do. She leaned down between my legs and began to suck on my clit as she fucked me She knew what to do. She went slow, then fast. ‘You’re so tight..’ She commented softly. I didn’t have the power to form words…just moans. She went deeper and faster ‘Fuck I’m so close…Jean. Ugh god…’ She went faster. And there I felt, pure. Slowly, she moved my hand to her thigh. Not entirely sure of what she was doing, I left my hand there as she lay it out flat, palm down, onto her thigh. When I didn't do anything, she placed her hand over the back of mine and began to move it up towards her crotch. The whole time, she kept talking to the driver. She removed her hand from mine for a moment and I felt her moving then her hand returned to mine. She slid my hand up higher until she was pressing my fingers firmly against her pussy. Well, lets just say my Ferarri race car in my pants went from 0-60 in two seconds. I tried to play it cool, so I responded with a casual What do you need him for, I mean, Im here and you said yourself Ive got a bigger cock. Hahahaha…I guess youre right. Why not? she said as she sidled over towards me. She had lust in her eyes as she tore off my belt and my cargo shorts and pulled my now fully erect cock out from my button-hole plaid boxers. I never even had a girl touch my cock before…and here. The aorta, the superior vena cava. If one of those had been nicked or penetrated, I could bleed to death internally in a matter of minutes.I stomped on the accelerator, making my engine lug down for a moment in protest, but finally it resumed its normal operation and the truck began to pick up speed. I leaned to the right, looking around the cracks in the window at the Interstate unfolding before me. I took a few deep breaths to check my body, receiving both good news and bad from it. I was.