It s a convertible let s fuck
So I was out in the supermarket parking lot, closing the trunk lid on a short bag of groceries, when I saw in the next aisle a maroon Sebring convertible, topless, with those curvy lines that give its rear a sensual sway and gentle thrust upward. An older model, but with a style that was just my type. Which also best describes its owner, who was just then loading her stash in the back seat.Impulsively, I raised my arm, with a slight wave of my hand, but directing it's motion toward the car. ...