Fired!
I glance at Karen's bare flesh-- her left boob jutting out partially. I look back at the road, then at the dashboard, not knowing what to do. "You have to touch it to be sure it's what you're really seeing," she says, noticing my uneasiness.
Her remark emboldens me. I reach into her unzipped overalls and fondle her right boob clumsily with my right hand. I feel it tighten at my grasp. "How does it compare to your girlfriend's?" she teasingly asks.
I ignore her question as I pinch her nipple slightly. She reacts by turning the wheel suddenly to the right, resulting in a blaring of horns from our rear. "I guess we have to stop," I suggest.
"It's not necessary," she replies. With that assurance, I resume moving my fingers in circles around her areola. She releases her right hand from the wheel to give me better access and continues to drive with her left hand.
I bend down and give her right tit a slight lick with my tongue. This time, the van slightly swerves to the left. "We have to stop," I insist.
Does she accede?
Her remark emboldens me. I reach into her unzipped overalls and fondle her right boob clumsily with my right hand. I feel it tighten at my grasp. "How does it compare to your girlfriend's?" she teasingly asks.
I ignore her question as I pinch her nipple slightly. She reacts by turning the wheel suddenly to the right, resulting in a blaring of horns from our rear. "I guess we have to stop," I suggest.
"It's not necessary," she replies. With that assurance, I resume moving my fingers in circles around her areola. She releases her right hand from the wheel to give me better access and continues to drive with her left hand.
I bend down and give her right tit a slight lick with my tongue. This time, the van slightly swerves to the left. "We have to stop," I insist.
Does she accede?