Balling cousins

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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 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 utmost in my mind lately. Mainly because I was eighteen and hadn't even gotten my first piece of ass. To make matters more critical, my old man was getting me out of town for a month so I could "think things over", as he put it. I always dug the family cabin, but there'd be no chance at all of me getting any pussy up there. So, with time running out I'd driven to the A amp; W a couple of days before when Bonnie was getting off her shift. She'd readily agreed to go out with me.

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