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We don’t see ‘em in the city so much. And out here, they’re not too common from what I’ve seen so far.
But one thing about this old truck catches both our eyes.
For Sale
I’d normally laugh, but given our current situation, I’d pay cash for a unicycle if I thought it meant us blending in rather than sticking out.
Even for a few hundred miles, anything would be better.
It’s not a bad-looking truck. Just…old.
Beat up in places, but nothing that wouldn’t stand up to a roadworthy test. I can tell it’s solid.
“I think you’d better hurry if you’re in the new car market,” Jasmine reminds me tactfully. Tugging at my sleeve as I sit with my mouth open. Watching the truck getting smaller as it drives away from us.
“We could sleep out under the stars,” she suggests in a mock dramatic, romantic tone.
But there’s something in her idea that moves me into action.
It might even get us across the border…I think to myself.
Again, old habits die hard.
And hiding in plain sight, driving a jalopy compared to a car registered and insured to a known mobster?
It’s a no-brainer.
I pull back onto the highway, and although the old truck’s heading North, I follow it until it turns off, taking a long dirt road I figure must be their driveway.
Slowing some before they get to their homestead in the distance, the driver pulls over and gets out.
Clearly annoyed at being followed.
“He’p you!?” the old woman calls out to me in a twang only country folk can deliver but giving me the clearestWTFcity-face without saying another word.
I’ve pulled the car up, and under my breath, I murmur for Jasmine to get some money out of the case.
“How much?” she asks, understanding my plan without me needing to spell things out.
We need new wheels and the ones in front of us are for sale.
We also have a giant suitcase full of money.
Not a lot that needs explaining, and I’m satisfied when she picks up on that.
I’m alsomorethan satisfied once her fine ass is pressed against my face, her whole upper body bent over the bench seat to get to the suitcase in the back.
It’s impossible to concentrate, and against my will, I experience the sensation of a powerful erection again.
It must’ve only just gone down, too.
The closeness of Jasmine’s sex to my face is too much for me. And I growl hungrily, greedily gripping the right side of her ass as I remind her just how much of a dicking is coming to her next chance I get.
She jumps and squeaks but stays focused enough to produce way too much money for the old jalopy in front of us.
Usually, I’d get out of the car.
But this effect Jasmine has on me…I’m not sure it’s for the best if I bring my tent pole to a car sale.
