Everyday the daily grind eats into our all too short day, an hour in the morning, then when your as tired as a beaten rug, an hour and a half back the other way. The daily commute has its everyday collection of disgruntle jerks, at both ends of the day, a large assortment of pretty women and pretty shitty women for my voyeuristic eyes to consume as we sit in traffic, they in their metallic phallic symbols, and me in my towering SUV. Sometimes as we sit in traffic they’ll offer me an interesting show, I often wonder if the show was intentional or accidental or just another commuter, bored to tears, fingering her slot to gain some nervous relief in the secret privacy of her car.
One day a rather cute, pageboy cut dirty blond drove defiantly up the right shoulder, a bad risk here-about, our local interstates have a rather large collection of nasty trash lying around. Several miles later I could see her pulled off onto the grass, squatted down behind her fender, since no one else seemed inclined to offer assistance I stopped behind her and walked up to squat beside her to observe a perfectly good tire, only then did I notice the curious way she held her skirt. When I took a better look at her I realized that I’d screwed up but determined to make the best of things, including the special view she offered me.
Now I regard my personal endowments as nothing extraordinary, my penis is about eight inches in a detumescent state, about ten or twelve inches when erect and slightly more than three inches in diameter.