<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- En route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th, 2006. 10:30 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Just as Blaire opened her mouth to throw back some sort of reply, Clint had preemptively shut her up by teasing the opening to her pussy through her underwear and making her gasp instead, capitalizing on the fact that he knew how much it excited her to be fingered through or under her panties rather than losing them completely. In fact, she had a minor fetish for keeping at least some clothing or accessories on in general while having sex or fooling around, even if it was just something as simple as a belt or a choker.<br/><br/>Despite herself, Blaire couldn't help but feel impressed and aroused by Cowboy's antics and confidence. Not many guys would be secure enough with themselves to crack stupid jokes while dancing their fingers over her slit, not to mention drive a two and a half ton truck at the same time! It was no small feat of multitasking either.<br/><br/><em>Fuck, he's earned it,</em>the blonde admitted to herself only slightly begrudgingly, accepting to let him go through with whatever it was that he had planned. All things considered, it wasn't that hard to accept since the chemicals in her brain and the hormones rampaging through her body were pretty much unanimously screaming at her to let Clint have his way.<br/><br/>"No...<em>unnghhh</em>...I still wanna ride that bull," she replied to his question about pulling over, right before letting go of his wrist and hiking her dress up above her waist so that her bare bottom was pressed against the leather seat. Hell, if they were going to do this, they may as well do it right. Throwing all modesty out the window (as if she'd had any to begin with), Blaire lifted her right leg up and pushed the sole and heel of her shoe up against the dashboard above the glove box, giving Clint all of the space that he could have wished for and more.<br/><br/>"<em>Mmmm...ahhh</em>...careful not to get too carried away now..."