After a moment she sat back on her haunches and said, "We'd have to be a little careful, or course."

Here it was. "Careful about what?"

"Careful my parents don't see us coming out of the garage. We don't want to ruin our setup here, do we?"

Again I was mildly shocked to hear how totally Ann had come over to the side of keeping-this-going. Where I had expected her to insist that none of her friends see her with me, as we had agreed, she had instead been thinking only of the danger to our privacy.

I must have communicated my pleasure and suprise with the expression on my face because she laid back, spread her lovely legs, and said:

"Here's a shot for you. Miss Kitty waiting for her gallant knight to…" she smiled mischeviously, "drop in."

We both laughed at that, and:

Click – Ann on her back, legs spread wide, a broad smile on her face as she shows her pussy to the camera.

Click – Ann fingers herself lightly, face more serious.

Click – Timer shot, Ann with my dick in her mouth, me standing frame right, she rolled on her side to take me.

Click – Timer shot, Ann straddles my cock, facing away from me as I lie on my back, her face to the camera. Her hand is guiding me into her pussy.

Needless to say, I had no opportunity to set the timer again after that.

She rode my dick like it was a wild horse, turning in mid-fuck to face me, amazingly without letting my dick slide out of her cunt.

She came in short order, and I soon after that, responding as usual to the flood of pussy juice that flowed from her and made her cunt even more slippery. Ah, the wonders of the pill. Back then it was not as easy to get, of course, but little rich girls like Ann Macafee could always get what they wanted.

We got dressed about fifteen minutes later and stole down to the lower part of the building, which was the garage proper. Ann peeked out the lintel window to see if her parents were on the porch, but they were not. She got into the rabbit on the driver's side and motioned for me to get in the passenger's seat.