"Ahem, what are you smuggling?," Emmy says with a wry smile as I place our drinks on the table. A hot flush instantly washes over me. I know what she ...s talking about but I still say "I'm sorry, what's that?," as I sit back down next to her. "Your cock, it looks massive in those Jeans! What did you do, or rather, who did you do while you were gone?," Emmy says. The brazen nature of the comment has me fighting for words. All I can utter is "Shhh." Don't worry, no-one can hear us over here, or. Ihad often read about this kind of scene happening, butit was my first experience putting on a show in theback seat of a car for a husband. I was enjoyingmyself, and it didn’t take long before I had all herbuttons undone and her whole body open to my tongue,fingers and cock. Our route took us down a freeway, but I was onlyvaguely aware that we were driving rather slowly andthat cars and trucks were passing us. But I didrealize that it wouldn’t be hard for any of them tolook over and. I turned around and told them that they better let me go! They laughed. Now another man came from some unknown area, I was too panicked to see from where. He walked straight up to me. He was obviously homeless. The others must be homeless too. The latest man to approach grinned a big grin, there was enough light to see shapes and little details. "We got us a purty butta fly all caught up in owa weub!", this new one said. I had no chance, they kept pulling me somewhere. I kept thinking that they. Mujhe dekhkar wo bole – Tum bahut sundar dikh rahi ho Julee jaan. Dil to karta hai ki party me jaakar kya karna hai ? Kyon na ham apni nizi party manaayen, bina kapdon ke ?Main boli – Tum phir se sharaarat kar rahe ho.Uttar me wo hanse aur ham tayyar ho kar party ke liye rawana ho gaye. Ye ek chhoti si party thi jahan jyada log aamantrit nahi the. Mujhe ye likhte huye bahut achha lag raha hai ki us party me main sab ki nazron ka kendra thi. Maine un auraton ki aankhon me apne liye jalan dekhi.