And Billy was clawing at the buttons on the front of Julie's tight blouse!

"No!" she commanded him. Julie was pissed! She straightened up sharply, jerked her body away from Billy's, curled up tightly in the corner of the car seat, wrapping her arms around her legs and hugging herself hard.

"Hey! You crazy or something?"

"No."

"What the hell you pouting about? You're the one who put my hand on your tit, not me!"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Hey, you little creep! What the hell are you pulling?"

Julie glared at him for a moment, then jerked her head at the screen. "Watch your damned movie, creep!"

"Shit, Julie. What's the matter?" Billy's voice grew more gentle as his attention was drawn away from the action on the screen. He seemed to be really concerned about Julie. She relaxed a bit.

"I… I don't know, Billy," Julie remained curled protectively in her corner. She was about to cry, partly from disgust and partly from frustration.

"Hey, Julie. It's okay," Billy said, trying to soothe the girl. He slipped closer to her, encircled her small body with both arms and drew her tightly against him, stroking her soft long hair very tenderly and massaging her upper back.

Julie let her hand slip over to Billy's thighs but she brushed against… what? Something huge and hard in his pants! His… cock! His cock! Julie gulped hard. His cock!!

Billy quickly shot his hand down to cover hers, to capture her delicate little hand there and press it down hard over his huge dick.

Julie tried to pull her hand away.

"No, do it. Come on, Julie. Do it." Billy slowly relaxed the pressure on the little girl's hand. Julie left her hand where it was, cupping the bulge in Billy's tight pants.