WET AND SLUTTY - Scene 5 - DreamGirls

It was close to 10 on Saturday morning when Sara and Lauren headed towards Red for the 5 hour drive south to Richmond. Mom and dad had said their goodbyes last night before heading to the shore for the weekend. They knew Lauren was in good hands, and teens that Sara would get her set up in her new dorm. The car was jam packed and both seats had been slid forward. Sara crawled in, and being 5’10”, had her legs spread two feet apart, but her knees still pushed against the dash. She pushed back hard on the seat, click, one notch further back was all it would give. She was buckling her seat belt when Lauren climbed amateur in. “Holy shit, I can hardly fit in here with the seat like this” but Lauren had no choice. She squeezed both legs against the door but it was so uncomfortable she was forced to sit with her legs spread wide. She looked down at her short black stretch mini and saw that her white lace thongs were showing, and turned to comment to her sister when she noticed Sara’s bush clearly visible. “What the hell, you’re striptease not wearing panties! Are you really going to drive like that?” Sara’s frayed, short jean skirt couldn’t hide her delicious light brown bush. Sara smiled as she put Red in reverse, “Yep. I have no choice with the seat up so far. And, yeah, I’ve kinda gotten used to going commando and I love the air blowing on my bush. It kinda turns me on …. and besides, the truckers seem to like it too.” She winked at Lauren. Lauren smiled but was confused by her comment. “The truckers? What reality the hell did they have to do with anything?” She was as ditzy and oblivious to her surroundings as her sister. Lauren looked down at her lace panties, and muttered to herself, “It would take a lot of wind to blow what few pubes I have!” Lauren kept her puss trimmed, except for a teeny landing strip. No way could she play volleyball with a bush like her sisters. She tried to close her legs a little tighter but there simply wasn’t enough room. Off they went. In New Jersey you’re not allowed to pump your own gas, so when they pulled into the Shell station the tall black attendant got up from his seat and strolled to the pumps. When he reached the driver’s door he snapped to attention outdoor when he saw the two gorgeous young ladies, one showing her bush and the other nice white panties. He stuttered “Ummm, what’ll it be today girls?” Sara’s bush stood out clearly, outlined by the snow white bikini lines that clashed with her dark tanned legs. As tight as she squeezed the steering column with her legs, her treasure could not be concealed. “Fuck it.” She relaxed. “Fill it up and clean the windshield please.” Sara was becoming moist as she felt his dark eyes on her hairy twat, but Lauren was not feeling so secure. Squeezing her legs tighter, she grabbed her purse and held it, blocking her crotch. The pump seemed to take forever. They think they know what weed smells like, so I told you that’s the indicator if I’m lying. I took the head into my mouth and looked up at him. But it didn’t matter. She didn't want to fall off. You’re very good.” I tease it a little bit before slowly sliding it in. She starts pistoning her dick down my throat as my finger plays with her donut hole. She was so eager to please me. She whimpered and moaned, grinding amateur on Kelly's hungry mouth. I had all of the excitement I could stand. In a outdoor lot of ways.” As her orgasm continued to build she started to release a thick white froth also that was almost like reality weak whipped cream. “Yes!” my sister moaned. I’m allowed to be sad, but I don’t want that to change how you talk to me. I just want you to be patient. Tera seemed intimidated by striptease them, but all I saw were flaws. Her tits were just begging to be let free from their restraints. They quickly returned to their previous year’s routine, with studying, reviewing, teens rehearsing of the exams with likely questions and of course, serious fucking before each test. I felt my nuts constrict and I leaned back and let it shoot right down her throat. She squeezed harder and quickened the pace and I could And he did. They didn’t really want to hurt Mom, and so the older guy in the middle shot through one of her windows, endangering her children. Isabelle blushed, but kept her gaze, smirking back.