Ann felt good when she was behind the wheel and racing to a meeting with a young stud. Her blonde hair flew in the rushing breeze and the vibration of the road set her tits quivering. She had had a beautiful set of jugs since she was thirteen and since that time they have remained in excellent condition. The years had caused them to sag only the tiniest bit, and Ann liked the slight sag; it madethem look heavier, she thought. The globes were decorated with pink areolas the size of doughnuts and the nipples could always be seen pushing against the tight fabric that she wore over them. She wore a very short mini-skin, and the smooth leather of the car seat felt cool and nice on her bare thighs. A moist odor rose from under her skirt and was blown away by the rushing air that blew through the open windows of the car, but every once in a while, she got a whiff of the pungent smell of her hot cunt juice as it seeped out of her box and wet her inner thighs.

Her exit came up, and she maneuvered the Jag through the lines of traffic smoothly, taking the exit ramp with the same ease that she did everything else.

In a minute, she was in front of Bill's house. Bill must have been watching for her because as soon as the horn sounded, he came dashing out the door and ran to the car. He slid in beside her and leaned towards her, kissing her and squeezing her lit in one motion.

"Nice seeing you again, baby," she said as she gunned the engine. She couldn't wait until she was on the freeway again, and in fifth gear, so she would have a free hand.

"Nice seeing you, too," Bill said, and continued to massage her heaving tits.

While she drove, he kissed her neck and stuck his tongue in her ear. She tried to stop him from sticking his hand up her skirt because it would be impossible for her to drive with his fingers in her cunt. It had been a whole day since the last time she had any cock, so she was tremendously horny. They were on their way back to her place, but Ann didn't think she could wait that long.