"I don't have a destination in mind" I told her almost nervously. She told me not to worry about it, just to keep driving.I couldn't take my eyes off ...er legs. My dick was now raging in my underwear. She uncrossed them and said to me, "Do you like them?" with a pointed look to the tent of my pants.I felt bold for some reason. "Yeah," I told her. "but I'd like them more wrapped around my head." She didn't respond to that at all.We were driving a few more minutes when I felt her hand on my cock.. Trevor and Kim were stood over to the left and I was surprised to see that they were talking to Paula. "Hi Alan," said Kim, "You know Paula don't you, we're giving her a lift too. She lives with her parents not far from me." Oh right. Yeah, great," I said, relishing the prospect of us both squeezing into the back of the Capri. As it happened and to my disappointment, Kim suggested that as it was a two-door car and Paula would be getting out first, she ought to sit in the front. Damn. We hadn't. I just hadn’t played enough. But there weren’t any Pinochle players among my friends- my kin were rabid for pinochle but I didn’t know anybody else who played. I did like drinking beer and smoking dope, so a couple of times when a buddy invited me I’d tag along. They took it easy on me. None of the games were high stakes. I’d have declined to play for sure had they been high dollar games. I worked too hard for my bread to gamble it away. At one game Ray, an ironworker and a casual friend,. Funny how those wacky Belgians seem to make the world's best guns. Yes, apparently also the crazy bitch did have an arsenal of additional other weapons, and now they were starting to use them.I gave Marsha a slap on her luscious ass and told her to crawl kissing the ground as fast and low and she could manage it. She gave me a dire look that suggested that we would be having some words later after she got to safety, probably for the earlier "big titted wench" comment. She might not have been.