Say Big Lindsey should sit in the front

The big girl smirks victoriously as she hops into the passenger seat, and Minxy pouts sulkily as she slips in to the back. Glancing into the rear view mirror, you see her furious eyes glaring daggers at you.

You settle into the seat, start the car and pull away. Big Lindsey guides you almost randomly through the town, directing you this way and that. She keeps glancing at you and grinning saucily, you feel more than a little flattered. As you drive down a deserted land bordered by overgrown hedges on either side, she casually reaches over and un-zips your jeans, before skillfully pulling your cock out with two fingers.

"Whoah, hey!" you gasp and she begins to knead you with her strong cold hand and you try not to swerve into a hedge.

"Don't you like it?" she asks innocently.

"I.. not while I'm driving!" you sputter.

"You'd better pull over then, hadn't you?" she replies tartly.