I play with the zipper of my hoodie, still in awe of the sex we just had in the back of our Tahoe. I had placed the seats down before leaving home to pick up Cal, knowing we’d never make it home without a Tangle in the Tahoe. Sure enough, on the way back from the airport, I’d spent the better part of an hour giving him road head and pleasuring myself as we drove through slow traffic, then Cal had pulled off the highway to...