"Mona, I sure would did it if you'd…"

"No." She reached for the door handle again. "Do you have anything gooey or not?" She was irritated with him now. She wanted to get it over with and get inside. Robby might have noticed the car pulling up. He was probably wondering what they were doing out here.

"There's some hand lotion in the glove compartment," Merle said. "You left it last time, remember?"

Mona remembered. They'd come out of Merle's restaurant after dinner and drinks and he'd wanted to play. Mona didn't like carrying on in public, not even in the deep, dark back seat of Merle's Cadillac. So she'd agreed to give him a hand job.

She got the lotion out and squeezed a huge glop of it into her palm. She didn't care whether she got it on his clothes or not. To hell with him. All he wanted to do was jet his come all over the place. Her fascination with his maleness had quickly ebbed. Instead of her usual fascination for that hard, thick cock, she felt disgust. Merle had opened the front of his pants completely to give her room and to could see it.

As her fingers smoothed the white cream down over the hot and tumid head of Merle's cock, Mona felt her disgust weaken like smoke in the wind, it dissolved. Now she concentrated on the shape of his prick. The way the head bulged out like a mushroom. The way her palm and fingers slid easily over the veined, bumpy surface. The swollen tube along the bottom swelled as she began to jack him. And the lotion made a crackling, slick sound. Rhythmic. Sexy. Mona's panty crotch went suddenly damp. She closed her eyes and fought to control her breathing.

"That's it… Jesus… ohh wow!"