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Full disclosure, this happened a couple of years ago.

So my girlfriend and I were driving along the highway one summer afternoon. We spend a lot of time driving together. Never have I experienced as much luck and sorrow as I did on this trip.

After about half an hour on the road, she reaches over and digs into my shorts. Next thing I know, she has Jimmy Dean in her hand. She's playing with him. Life is grand. Sure, it's distracting me from driving, but I'm not going to get in her way.

This wonderful situation continues for a few minutes. Next thing we know, we're backed up in traffic. No big deal. The cars in front us have no idea what's going on. The lineup slowly inches forward, but like I said, I was quite distracted by what she was doing. I look outside, and see that we're only 30 feet or so from a police checkpoint.

I panic. She panics. She slides as close to her door as she can, trying to create distance. I zip my shorts up and try to hide the evidence of what we had been up to. That's when it happens. The teeth of the zipper close over my shaft. Absolute agony; pain that I can't begin to describe. I begin to tear up. All the while, the line comes closer and closer to the checkpoint. I can't unzip and re-zip at this point, or else it will look suspicious.

I approach the officer, go through the whole ordeal of providing my license, saying where we had been that day, etc. During this, Jimmy was stuck in the hell that is my zipper. I make it past the checkpoint without raising any suspicions, with a scar as a souvenir. I haven't received such a "treat" from my girlfriend since.
<bot>: Got a handjob in the car, ended up with my dick caught in the zipper in front of a police officer.