[jiinx81]

When I first started going to Las Vegas, the stretch of I-15 between Barstow and Las Vegas was very remote. The biggest town on that stretch was Baker, which consisted of two Bun Boy restaurants and one gas station. No FM radio stations reached that stretch. Cell phones hadn't been invented. Neither had CDs, so the music selection was whatever cassette tapes were brought along.

Among the guys I hung out with, the lore was that that the wife / girl friend would inevitable give a blow job en route to take the drag out of the long evening's drive. During my first trip I asked my new girlfriend whether she had ever given head on this route. She just smiled and said that this wasn't her first trip to Vegas. She told me to let her know if I was getting too distracted for safety, then unbuckled her seat belt and my pants, unzipped me, then gave me my first driving BBBJTCWS. I received a repeat performance every trip after that.

Interestingly, she never blew me coming home, even though those trips were usually at night as well. Mostly she was tired and wanted to sleep, but I think that the excitement of GOING TO Vegas stimulated the hormones, while returning FROM Vegas did not.