"No, Chuck, we really shouldn't."

"Jesus, Pam, sometimes you act like a virgin."

"Well, someone could see us. My mother could come out…"

"You ought to stop letting your mother control you." He lowered his lips to hers. "Honest, Pam, you're not a kid any more. There are teenagers who fuck around more than you do."

"Oh, Chuck." The blonde touched her hand to the back of his neck and encouraged his kisses.

At first his kisses were gentle, but after a moment his lips became insistent. His arms held her tightly and his hands fondled her tits.

"Give me your tongue," he said as he tried forcing his tongue into her barely parted lips.

She couldn't resist, and in a moment her pointed tongue was buried in his mouth. "Oh, Chuck, you always do this to me," she said.

"Baby, if you'd go to a motel like normal women, we wouldn't have to do it in a car."

"I can't go to a motel with you." His hand was inside her bra, caressing her bare tit.

They were in the back seat of Chuck's car. He eased her down on the seat, his hard cock pulsating against her thigh. As usual he took her hand and lowered it to his prick. Even through his pants, the feel of his hard cock made her tremble.

Pam Rider was twenty-eight, single, and lived with her widowed mother. Maggie Rider still treated her like a child, and in many ways she was one.

She had been going with Chuck for two years, and, although they fucked at least twice a week, she never let him into her room. Since he lived with his mother too, the only alternative was a motel. Pam couldn't shake off her mother's admonitions, so they usually wound up fucking in the back seat of his Chevy.

Now Chuck groaned as she squeezed his prick through his pants. "Take it out," he said.