She then began to give me a long and slow blow job. By this point, I felt as though I was about to pass out as there were so many sensations going on...‘God. I am so wet. I want him to fuck me!’ one woman said.The tongue and finger were removed from my anus, the blow job and tea-bagging stopped, and I felt someone untying me from the overhead bar. My arms were massaged back to life and they put me in a kneeling position on the soft carpet. Someone undid the spreader bar and I felt hands. I undid my seat belt and climbed between the seats into the back, not realizing I just gave uncle a good view of my crotch as I manoeuvred between the tight space, actually, it was not so much the view he would have seen in his rear view mirror, it was the smell from my crotch, I felt his warm breath on my cunny, as he turned his face into my bum, which was at his face level, we both knew what had just happened, and I was wet, due to my sexual arousal.'You hungry', he asked me, 'I can pull off. Let’s say you wanted a Southern accent. The best way is to underplay it. Don’t go Blanche Dubois. I’d aim you for someplace between Mobile and New Orleans.”“I see.”‘Include gentle question marks at the end of declarative sentences. Subtle, not Valley Girl.”“Okay.”“I’m giving you some Wisconsin tapes to study. While you’re driving. Listen, listen, listen. Don’t even try to imitate them until you hear that faint nasally twang in your mind clearly.”“Okay.”“And even then, underplay it.”I resisted. ’ ‘Don’t forget the part where I saved the show,’ I said, smiling. ‘It wouldn’t have been much of a show without our prettiest carriage.’ Ingrid smiled, and even blushed a little. Then she walked over to me, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, but it held the promise of more. ‘If you really want to thank me, will you join me in a cup of coffee?’ I said. ‘There’s a café just around the corner.’ ‘That would be nice,’ she said. ‘I’ll go and change. Call for me in about fifteen.