You are ovulating and don’t want to get pregnant. I’m close behind thinking “those poor saps back at the bar! A few times through the night, you had to excuse yourself to wipe the pussy juices that the boys had started flowing so they wouldn’t know the affect they were having on you. Gradually, he softens and slowly slips out. Your hair is messy looking, kinda wild. You’re forced to lean over more and hit your head on the trunk. You’re wearing thigh high black boots, a nice short black mini-skirt, and a black silky shirt. My cock twinges. Being a plain clothes detective gives me the luxury of walking thru the masses without being noticed unless I need to be. I take you to the back seat of my SUV; with your arms behind you, your breasts are almost out of your blouse; your nipples are fully exposed for anyone to see. You start screaming, an unhuman scream, then you feel it. You hand me the documents and your blouse opens so I can see almost
