... that pussy flavored t-shirt she is holding."

" your call naked mystery girl!" Elis adds.

Without a word, I give him the shrunken shirt still wet and smelling of my most intimate smells. I can’t wear it on the way back without showing my face anyway and once home we'll get in and I'll have full closets of clothes to wear.

"Here you go, use it only once and bring it back." He tells, handing Elis a strange Key shaped devide with sliding parts and a silver skull on the handle.

We thank him, and as I see him smell my t-shirt we get back on our ride home.

This time I have to sit on Elis lap facing him, hugging him for safety as he would rather have wet blue jeans than leather saddles with pussy stains.