Clutch

She thought her days of doing this were long gone,

but then so was her ex-husband, there was a

babysitter at home and the guy’s wife wasn’t keen on

late-night visitors, apparently, whilst the general

lack of money for luxuries like hotels and

beds lead them to this dark lay-by where she was

discovering how unlimber she had become, how hard it was to

bend enough to suck adequately, how modern seats

prevented deep penetration, how easy it was for her

foot to become wedged under the clutch, how much she

regretted getting cloth covers, how

desperate for an orgasm she had become, how

much in need she was of a

bigger car.