Plebian, A Hat, and a Border Guard…

By jen

Dear God I was laughing hard…

“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable,” she said as she began rearranging her clothing. I swear I saw skin.

“I’m going to pull off to the side of the road for about ten minutes,” I said.

“No, you’re not.” Wifey was now largely disrobed on her torso, which in addition to captivating my interest had caused a noticeable swerve in the direction of travel of the car. “Keep your eyes on the road! I’m just taking off my bra!”

“And for my next trick I’ll shoot fire out my ass,” I said. “Not likely when you’re over there waving your ta-tas at me.”

“I am not,” and to prove it, she tossed her bra into the back seat.

Now really, what was I supposed to do? I groped her, just for good measure. HOOOONK! I almost died by semi.

“WATCH THE ROAD!” she yelled at me again.