You think wicked thoughts of Morgan and Holly, the two hypnotized sorority girls driving you to their picnic in their pink convertible.
"Morgan," you say. "Pull over. I want to drive."
"But it's my..." she starts and looks at you. "Sure thing, big boy."
With the car pulled over, she climbs into the backseat. Your supportive hands smoosh into her breasts as her legs, clad in immaculate 3/4 length white capri pants swing over the leather back of the front seat.
Holly glares at your fondling of Morgan jealously. She then grins and flashes her tits at you by pulling up her tight babydoll tee. Not quite her tits -- her slightly padded C cup bra.
You give Morgan's breasts a thoughtful squeeze and abruptly get out of the car to move to the front seat. Morgan doesn't expect this and falls with a thud in the back. In the meantime, you give Holly's tits a friendly squeeze and a wink in the front.
"Holly," you say and smile charmingly. "This car needs a flag. Do you have anything you could tie around the sideview mirror?"
She turns her back to you demurely, reaching her hands to unclasp her bra. Morgan, right side up in the backseat, eyes this suspiciously and starts giving you a rather nice should massage. You relax into it. In the meantime, Holly has pulled her babydoll tee back down and is tying her bra to the car's right sideview mirror.
You start the car, the two flirty girls infatuated with you. Morgan is rubbing your shoulders and Holly rests her hand on your thigh as you head towards the freeway onramp. Their competition is bound to delight you. |