"Is your prick as big and hard as Logan's, Pete?" she whispered tremulously.

Her exploring fingers found the answer. They brushed over the stiff, hard line of his cock, testing the girth, then running swiftly up and down to feel the length of it.

Pete gasped and gasped. He knew he should back away and tell her to stop making him be dirty, but he couldn't move. Her fingers thrilled up and down his prick and then wrapped around the hard stalk through his pants, squeezing. It was the first time she'd ever touched his prick. Shit, it was the first time any girl had touched it.

"Robin!" he groaned, his prick bucking threateningly.

"Ohhhhhh, God, what are you doing?"

"Ahhhhh, Pete-it is big!" she moaned, breathing harshly.

"Oh, press it up against my ass harder!"

"Oh, Robin…" he whimpered, his mouth opening and closing with the agony inside him. "I don't want to do something that'll make you mad at me! I don't want to do that at all!"

"You'll make me mad if you don't press this hard cock into the crack of my ass, Pete Bast," she whispered firmly.

"You want me to? Do you really want me to do that?"

"Yes! And maybe some other things, too!"

"Ohhh, why did we have to leave the movie early!" he wailed.

His cock throbbed wildly in her hand. He felt as if he were ready to blow all restraint and self-control right out through the trembling shaft.

He glanced down at the top of her head. He saw the yellow hair gleaming in the light from the window. He saw the smooth curve of her supple young spine, the round, pert flare of her tight ass weaving backward towards him. The yellow shorts were stretched over her butt-cheeks like a second skin.

He glanced through the window and saw the way Mr. Gorman was now drilling his big prick into Mrs. Eglund's stretched, glistening pussy-hole, the way the faint golden pubes hid nothing of her slit from his sight, and his cock nearly went off.