"Check Under Your Hood, Ma'am?"

She looks like my wife in her younger days, and he looks like.... well now, no - that doesn't look like me after all. Shit!

I love that she's looking up to watch the action, not just lying back passively.

 

And her nips! Are they hard from the cool mountain breeze, or the wind from all the traffic rushing by their roadside rendezvous?

Her Lollipop

Look at her working on that stiff pole.  And what a sweet ass!

It looks like they might be in a car wash. I'm gonna have to try that too.

Katie Sky

"Just don't make a mess of my leather seats, ok?"

Wow! Just, Wow!

That guy is my hero.

Driver's Ed Class

"So, did I pass my test?"

Unsafe Sex

Hey! Seatbelts save lives, dumbass!

Tailgating Party

Much more fun than a lame barbeque with the guys.

Riding Around Town With a Hood Ornament on My Dick

THIS has now moved to the top of my bucket list.

My wife would probably be up for it, but we need to find a discreet driver. 

 

I imagine that at first your heart would be racing at the thrill and danger of it all. But after awhile would that wear off? To get the same thrill would we need to push the envelope (oh how I hate that phrase, but I can't think of another right now) and intentionally drive through downtown traffic, with a high chance of stopping at red lights, next to other cars and pedestrians?  If anyone has done this, please comment below.

 

I think eventually I would be game for anything, except driving through school zones of course.

The Evolution of Parking

Back in the day, we would find a secluded spot to park at night, for some back-seat adventures. 

 

Now, not only do we not wait for nightfall, but the front seat is more convenient.

 

And we don't even keep the doors locked (or closed for that matter).

 

Sometimes you can get a friend to chauffeur you around, so it's not really "parking", is it?