Oh, What A Ride

Officials are worried about drinking and driving, texting and driving, talking on a cell phone and driving, but are there any laws on the books for getting a blow job while driving or sex while driving.

A BJWD is likely one of those sexual acts that a lot of men crave. I may be wrong, but I put it in the same category of the experimental menage et trois. For some reason, two boobies and one Va-jay-jay are not enough. This type of man needs four boobies and two Va-jay-jays. Hmmm, just greedy.

Any who.

While riding along as a passenger in a truck, I saw a navigation of the highway that is not taught in driving school.

We were driving two lanes over from the car with all the action.

Let me paint the picture for you.

I had just finished watching the Cleveland Cavaliers whoop the Detroit Pistons. Go Cavs!

I was riding along in a sport utility vehicle that really provided an good view inside most vehicles. I really understand why truckers have honked while I've changed into a different set of clothes while driving. They really have an interesting angle.

But while I'm riding along, I happened to look to my right. I do a quick shake of my head to clear the cobwebs because what I saw caught me off guard. There was a couple having a good time. Her head was in his lap and bobbing.

Wow!

They both had on a Cavaliers' "One Goal" T-shirts.

I usually don't forget any details but I can't remember the make of the car but it was silver.

Traffic wasn't stop-and-go, but it wasn't moving at a swift pace either, so the vehicle in which I was traveling would catch up and then lose this silver sexual act vehicle.

And for some strange reason, everytime the truck would get near the silver sex act vehicle, I would look.

Whew, I'm nosey or a voyeur.

I'm trying not to stare so much but I'm happy I'm not driving. Can you say errrrrr, booom, crash.

Traffic was beginning to pick up and I would estimate the speed at about 35 mph.

I see the lady sit up in her seat, she slipped off her jeans. While she is disrobing, the male driver is ummm clearly erect.

My eyes are becoming more like ping pongs watching them.

She does a little striptease in her seat with the lacey gold thongs she's wearing. She's blowing kisses and giving him a Oooowwweee, you bout to get it! look.

She slowly pulled her thongs below her hips while she lifted one leg at a time. Soon they were completely off.

She then balled them up and put them in his mouth. Not all the way in his mouth. But he was holding the steering wheel with a pair of gold undies hanging out of his mouth.

Wowsa Yowsa!

Traffic is beginning to really pick up now and so is this couple. She straddled him and yes, he was still driving.

What! What! What!

I see a bit of what appeared to be, well you know. Before the truck I'm riding along in doesn't provide a voyeuristic view.

I'm in shock and breathing in my mouth and out my nose like I'm exercising.

Whew! That couple gave a whole new meaning to those "One Goal" T-shirts they were wearing.

And officials are worried about text messaging while driving?

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