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Jack eased the yellow Maverick to a stop on the lonely country road and turned off the lights. Then he scooted himself across the leather seat until his leg touched Marsha’s mini-skirted thigh. It was warm even through the fabrics that buffered them, and he could feel his cock rising as he slipped one arm around her shoulders, letting the hand dangle close to her firm young tits, while he rested his other hand on her bare thigh. His fingers ached to explore her bouncy tits and sweet young pussy.
“This is sure a lot nicer than being cooped up in that theater with such a boring movie, isn’t it, baby?” There was a hint of a leer in his voice, and Marsha shifted uncomfortably, politely removing his hand from her knee.
“It’s an awfully desolate place, don’t you think, Jack?” she protested. “And besides it’s late and I should be getting home.”
Jack ignored the mention of the lateness of the hour. He hadn’t sat through a boring movie for nothing. Surely Marsha realized that. Besides he wanted to feel those soft titties again, like last time, and maybe even get a piece of her tight little ass finally. He had wooed her heavily, and it was about time she came across and let him fuck her.
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