Your head bouncing painfully against the car window, as you hared out of a small town garage. With you in the back seat, Jack in the driver seat, and Steve in the front passenger seat.
Both had looked rather shamefaced, and hot. Their cheeks red from embarrassment, you'd half assumed they'd just left without paying. But now... In light of your new tits, you want to reassess that situation.
As you bring up that little stop on the long drive. Only a few hours out of New Orleans, you complained as much about their driving as the potential robbery. But, your complaints were undermined by the sound of Matt's head bouncing against his side window, and his juddering snore. Even this hadn't woken him.
Soon, Jack and Steve were assuring you that they weren't thieves, and hadn't robbed the gas station, or stolen the gas. The humour still felt a little forced, but you forgot about it as the journey continued.
- - - - -
However, it now felt like time to ask them about. Starting cautiously, as you don't want to sound insane or accuse them of something they hadn't done, you just talk about the journey as a whole. The same guilty exchange of looks passes between the girls, and presuming you're on the right track you ask them about the pit stop.
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