"This afternoon I'm just going to kiss you," he panted, "but one of these days I'm going to get you where I can do a hell of a lot more than that."

The girl felt his hand emphasize his intent by slipping farther up her thigh and clutching at her cunt-mound. He was mashing on her tit roughly as she struggled to break free of his embrace.

Mikki pretended to submit for a moment, then suddenly jerked loose and scrambled out of the car. She knocked the shake over, then was out the door. She saw Larry look down in horror at the mess running over the carpet in his car, and smiled in satisfaction at the trouble she had caused.

"While you're cleaning that up," she hissed, "I'll walk home. I'll be a hell of a lot safer than sitting in the car with you."

She still was angry at him. The memory of the struggle brought her temper up once more. The fact that her body had been tingling from his touch made her that much angrier. Damn them all anyway, them and their hot, hard cocks.

She swung her ass petulantly as she walked up the steps of the cottage and charged through the front door. The brunette felt a relief at being home, at being enveloped in the security of the house. Larry would be madder than hell when he got over the surprise and the job of cleaning up his car. He might even come by here to try to argue with her about it all. Well, no way! She didn't want to see him again today.

Mikki walked back towards the bedrooms. She stopped abruptly as she heard noises coming from her brother's room. Don must have company, that or he was talking to himself. She started to walk on past his open door when she heard a woman's voice. The woman wasn't exactly talking. She was making soft moaning sounds.