<br/>By his smile she knew she’d done good.  He smiled, he touched her in return.  Just when she was going to place her head back on his shoulder, he asked.  No, told her what he wanted next.<br/><br/>She froze for a second, color draining from her face.  All she could think of was his being so<em> distracted’ </em>that he’d crash.  Of course if it came to that he’d pull over right?”  She didn’t dare put her thoughts to words.  If this was what he wanted…she had promised.<br/><br/>Swallowing down her feelings and fears, Jazz worked his jeans open.  His shaft was already hardening.  Readjusting her position in the seat, Jazz lowered her head.  Pushing her hair to the side and behind one ear she took his cock in her hand.<br/><br/>First she licked the tip several times.  Then she took just the first inch or two in her mouth, squeezing around with her lips, tongue now swirling the tip.  Then she hummed hoping the vibration wouldn’t get lost with the rumblings of the truck.<br/>