Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

Then, as I careened around a building, the street spread before my eyes like an oasis. Looking behind me one last time at Lenny, I stepped off the sidewalk and plunged into traffic.

Dodging cars, I made my way toward the stoplight looking for a stopped vehicle I could get into for my escape. Frantically, I searched the faces of the drivers, looking for someone I could trust. Somebody who didn't want to know anything about me except that I was available.

Then I saw him. An old man in a pickup. It smelled like he was hauling manure. When I got inside his battered truck he couldn't believe his eyes.

But I could believe the lump in his pants when I grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on my steaming crotch. My cunt was so hot it made his fingers jump, even through my jeans.

"Uh, where you headed, ma'am?" the old man asked uncertainly, his dentures wobbling in his drooling mouth.

"Straight to your cock."

He tried to say something, but the horns behind us drowned him out. The light had turned green.

I reached over and unzipped his fly and started tugging for his prick. When I got it out and licked it, his foot jumped uncontrollably from the clutch and we shot forward into the intersection. Before we could stall, I slid my foot over and mashed it against the accelerator as I started sucking his cock.

While we sped down the road I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Lenny and Leo weaving futilely after us in traffic, growing smaller all the time as we drove away. That was the last I saw of either of them as I looked away from the mirror and got down to the business of sucking the old man's cock, certain of my freedom.