His cock was limp as a noodle now, a lot softer and more lifeless than it had been after he had blown his first creamy cum-load off prematurely.

Dolly looked at his prick wistfully. She needed a fuck, now that she'd satisfied her cum-hungry mouth – and she wouldn't have minded sucking him off again, either.

But her practiced eye told her that he was well and truly finished for the moment.

She licked her lips daintily and put her blouse back on. She gave his soft prick an affectionate and grateful kiss, then tucked it back into his pants and zippered him up, sorry to see it go.

So that was how Dolly passed her test and finally earned her driver's license.

The examiner drove them back to the motor vehicle office, not daring to be a passenger in a car driven by the girl he had just passed for her license.

Dolly had her picture taken and waited impatiently while her license was processed. Her tongue was still tingling with the sweet flavor of cock-cream, and that, in turn, was making her cunt simmer and spill juice down her naked thighs.

She badly needed a cuntful of prick.

She was licensed to drive now, but she still didn't have a car – so she couldn't pick up a boy to fuck her.

She headed for home, walking slowly and swinging her ass in a provocative way, wishing that some guy would come along and offer her a ride.

As fate would have it, her route took her past a used-car lot – where a shiny red convertible had just been placed on consignment.

CHAPTER FIVE

Clem Grubb, who owned Uncle Grubb's Used-Cars, was inspecting the red convertible, trying to decide how much he could overcharge for it and how best to make the owner think he'd gotten a lot less.

Clem was a typical used-car salesman, with flashy clothes and a sly manner. But he was also a handsome guy, despite his slicked-back hair.