Drive Hard
At first, I wondered if I should be upset with the fact that they could see my wife’s pussy.
It was mid-morning somewhere on the interstate between Nashville, TN and the Alabama coast. The traffic was slightly heavy and on the aggressive side. People were driving as if they were maneuvering for the pole position. This display of idiotic nonsense reminded me of the “Fucktard 500” that I previously described in one of my “Dark Corner Pocket” adventures. Traffic was now compounded with several aggressive truck drive...