See. She didn't need all those mysteries to have a good time.
The van's cushion squeezed and massaged her ass firmly.
The alien van silently admiring her skin upon his grip.
The driver's side was his hand after all. It's a wonder it's always warm when she's sitting in it. Groping her without a care in the world because she's never find out.
Maybe she should. Flashing them again, he waits.