I went on a date with this woman who was totally gorgeous.  She was wearing a short skirt and a blouse that she buttoned to barely hold her boobs in.  We had dinner and a few drinks.  Apparently, she didn’t hold her booze well.  She was feeling no pain by the time we got back into the car.  We are driving up the freeway, I had to make a rather abrupt correction and her pursed tipped over.  Imagine my surprise when her personal pleasure device fell out onto my floor mat.  She looked down rather startled and started putting all of the flotsam back into her purse.  When she got to the personal pleasure device, she picked it up and gave me a coy smile.  Then she hiked her skirt up and began demonstrating the use of said device.  I damn near drove into the semi driving in the lane next to me.  I had a  death grip on the wheel of the car as moans of pleasure floated over from the passenger seat.  The buttons that were barely holding her assets in were no longer in use and I was afraid she was going to cause someone else to drive into a guard rail.  Fortunately our exit was coming up, so my fear of being flashed all over the late night news was unnecessary.  We arrived at her house and got out.  Since she had already experienced the high-points of the evening I bid her a cordial adieu.   I was very surprised by the cursing that followed me as I drove away.

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