Not so long ago there was no eccie. You would've had to have walked the street. No phone calls or screwing around wasting time. You get to see who you're humping and that guy gets to see you.
How often do you fantasize about being a hoogar in the year 1999? Here's what would happen. You would be walking around in a trashy area. Harry Hines in Dallas, rundberg in Austin, or zarzamora in San Antonio. I would circle around you in the Humpty hooptie and make eye contact. Then I would pull over in a somewhat discreet area and you would get in. We would drive to a parking lot and get down to business. First you would suck my pecker until it's nice and hard. You ask "do you have a condom?" And I say "don't worry I'm clean. Are you clean?" Then you say "okay that's fine just don't cum inside me I'm not on birth control". Then we do it in the passenger seat. I thrust repeatedly until I ejaculate inside you.
"Oh my God. Did you just cum inside me? Oh no!" Yeah....I kinda forgot to pull out because your coochie was so good. I find an old sock in the backseat and give it to you in an attempt to clean up all the sperm but it's in too deep. Then I give you a wonderful pic of Andrew Jackson and drop you off at the trap house.