"I'll never forget last night," he whispered, reaching over, rubbing his hand along her exposed, tanned thigh.

"I think we better," Sue said. He handed Sue a hundred-dollar bill. "Huh? What's this, sir?" "For babysitting last night." "But… ah, a hundred dollars?" "Well, it was a special night." "Then, well, golly…"

"That's okay, take it," he said. Sue tucked it in her school books. He pulled out his wallet and handed her another.

"Here, take this one too." "Huh?"

"Take it." "What's this for?"

He lifted her hand from the seat and dropped it in his lap. Sue hadn't been looking down there, but now she did. His big cucumber cock thumped up in a bending curl against his slacks.

"Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!" she whispered.

"Take it out, give me a hand job on the way to school."

"Oh, jeez! In the car?" Sue gasped.

"Like I did last night, do that again?" "Yes, please!"

"Whew," Sue puffed, her voice soft, trembly, as her hand massaged the thick prick in his slacks. "Should I take it out then?"

"Yeah, unzip my fly."

Sue pulled the zipper down, reached in and yanked his cock out.

"Oh, God, Mr. Brown!" she gasped.

A good-morning erection is the best kind, as most cock aficionados know, and Mr. Brown's massive prick was harder than it had been in the middle of the dawn, just hours ago.

The stalk throbbed wildly and stuck up a full nine to ten inches out of his fly.

"Just pump on it, sir?"

"Yes, please, Sue." "Okay then."

She got a good grip in the middle of the thick, round cock, squeezed, and started jerking up and down, her thumb extended in a sweet hitchhike gesture.

"Oh… yeahhhh, Sue! Yeah!" "Feel good?" she cooed.

The cocktip bubbled, frothed, and spat a hunk of cum out against the dash.

"Oh, cripes!" marveled Sue.