CHAPTER TWO
Jocelyn, twenty years later, snatched her hand from her dress-covered cunt in the nick of time to avoid coming. Wow! she gasped inwardly. Thinking about that scene on the dunes had really gotten her hot!
They were stalled in downtown L.A. traffic. She glanced at the driver. He appeared completely uninterested in her. Maybe, he hadn't noticed she was m**********g herself through her dress. Maybe, a lot of girls did it to themselves in taxis, and he was blase about it. Maybe, he just didn't give a s**t. Who knew? She really didn't care what he felt.
The excited feeling in her p***y was ebbing, now. Pretty soon, she could start playing with it, again.
"Looks like we're going to be stuck for a while," the driver mumbled. "This traffic's not going to let up ahead."
She saw him
