"I hope you appreciate what I let you do!" she croaked, patting her mousy hair. "You will come see me tomorrow, won't you?"

"Won't be around tomorrow," I said, buckling my belt and starting towards the door. I'd had it with Bonnie Gordon.

"Ross — wait!"

"See ya, Bonnie."

"Ross Hunter, I think you're the most awful person ever…"

I let the screen door clap closed behind me and headed across the lawn. Almost getting into Bonnie seemed more than not getting in at all. Before I got to the station wagon, I could hear Teeny Buston about to came apart. Jim had kicked half the blanket off them, and when I slid into the front seat and gunned the engine to life, I got a good look.

Teeny's skirt was twisted up around her thin waist and there was no telling what had happened to her panties. One large white tittie hung loose from her bra, and Jim was rubbing his hand over it while he tried to capture her tossing head for another kiss.

I drove down the block to Main and headed out of town. At the rate Jim was going, it wouldn't take him long to finish and this was the plan we'd agree on ahead of time. I heard Teeny sigh again and adjusted the rear-view mirror down to get another look. The stop light at Patterson Street gave me a good one. Teeny's knees poked up over the top of the seat and her trim white feet were flat on the foam mattress I'd brought along for Jim to use. She'd kicked off both shoes, of course, and Jim had shoved her short skirt up around her waist. My cock pulsed with new blood, stretching big inside the hot rubber again. Teeny Buston had wonderful legs.

"We shouldn't, Jim, darling," she gasped. But it sounded like a yes to me. The light changed, but I sat there getting high from the smell of Teeny's hot pussy. Jim's pants were down around his ankles and his balls hung heavily down along the underside of Teeny's ass. The pert cheerleader suddenly straightened a leg so hard that the Ford rocked on its springs.