Her outburst apparently jarred the jacker offer out of his reverie, because he immediately started his car and sped away. 'Really?' she shouted at me, 'you drag me out of the car to see THIS? You're a fucking pervert!' 'When we get next to it, I want you to look at the guy inside it.'
Grudgingly, she got out of the car and walked toward the market with me. 'Oh, but I want you to see something,' I said. She'd been on her feet all day at work and was tired. I walked back to my car and asked my wife to come with me. Of course I had to share this with somebody. The guy in the driver's seat had whipped it out and was having a lovely JO session with himself. As I walked through the parking lot I passed by an old Pontiac sedan. Several years ago, I left my wife in the car while I went into the neighborhood supermarket.
