About an hour out, she kicked those flats off and curled her feet up, that's when I noticed the shaded nylons over her toes. "Watch the road tiger" was what she said when I was staring at her feet and wondering what she had on underneath.
She loosened up the top buttons of her shirt saying she was warm, but the cleavage proved exceptionally distracting to me, every now and then she would part her shirt just enough to show a hint of sheer fabric. I was revving harder than the engine, and this is a Mustang we are driving
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