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When I glanced up into the rear-view mirror, I could see Jim already had his hand inside Teeny’s blouse and was fondling one of her firm little tits feverishly. It just made my aching cock get that much stiffer and I thought for sure my hard-on was going to split my pants if I didn’t get some relief soon. I looked over at the girl sitting coyly at my side, and shifted closer to her, my eyes riveted to her big boobs. Trying to appear nonchalant, I put one arm around her plump shoulders and hugged her close, letting my other hand creep stealthily up between us and fumble with a blouse button.
Bonnie drew back then and said a little sharply, “Hey, whatta you doing, Ross?”
“You’re so pretty that I just wanted to see more, I guess.”
Even though it had been a stone lie, Bonnie laughed appreciatively and I used the moment to snuggle my mouth into the fragrant plumpness of her neck. Bonnie wasn’t really all that beautiful. But it was a common fact that she would fuck. Fucking seemed uppermost in my mind lately.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only. Note: This story is the same as catalog number TB-1049 in the original publications (a duplicate).