- Joined
- Mar 16, 2013
Cynthia was pissed...borrowed her parent's car to pick up her boyfriend at the airport and NOW of all times, it just HAD to take a shit....."Damn!," she exclaimed, kicking at the frame, as if that would somehow bring it back to life.
She left the hood opened as a cry for help from any oncoming driver, but this wasn't a road well traveled on. Her brunette hair waved in the breeze as she leaned up against the driver's side door and stretched her legs out, kicking at the rocks. Just turned 17, Cynthia was a new driver but not new to getting help when she needed it...she reached down and loosened the top 3 buttons of her blouse, revealing a whisper thin pink lace bra beneath....jus in case her potential rescuer would be male....
She left the hood opened as a cry for help from any oncoming driver, but this wasn't a road well traveled on. Her brunette hair waved in the breeze as she leaned up against the driver's side door and stretched her legs out, kicking at the rocks. Just turned 17, Cynthia was a new driver but not new to getting help when she needed it...she reached down and loosened the top 3 buttons of her blouse, revealing a whisper thin pink lace bra beneath....jus in case her potential rescuer would be male....