She shuddered, as she slowly traced his lines, in the cool, dark night, right there in the streets, feeling warmth still radiating from him. Barbara looked up at her with a wistful smile, licking the slimy juices off her fingertips. Her skirt slid up and she finally felt him stronger against her panties, pressing her pelvis hard against the line of the wing, and began to rub on it, back and forth, her breasts pressed against his smooth side. Two fingers entered her, stopping short of her hymen. “Well, let’s clean this up and then you’ll have to make some amends, I tell you,” Barbara said, and immediately continued her step-sister’s work and started licking up the rest of the stains off her Chevrolet’s trunk. And why did that arouse her so much?
