What kind of transmission?” he quizzed her.“S-Six speed manual.” “Good girl. Did you notice the tires?” he asked as he stroked her clit and pressed her G-spot simultaneously.“Pirelli’s,” she groaned.

Her knight in shining armor wore a neon reflective vest.

A life-size cardboard cutout of Burt Reynolds dressed as the Bandit greeted her with a wide smile.“Snap my garters!” she laughed, retreating back a pace — and right into his chest. Hughes’ hands descended on her shoulders from behind her. They were warm through her wet dress. “What is this?”“He keeps burglars out.

He was all smooth honey and disciplined swagger.