She needed to see what Sally was doing to her. Porn Cindy was an inch taller, and she was in Jason’s face. Her breasts were small hills, topped with the most amazing tit caps he’d ever seen in real life. She ran through the kitchen with the wad of clothes under her arm. It was a five-eighths mile, high-banked oval that had been cut into the earth. If she was a college school girl, he’d know what to say, but she was a woman, a grown woman who could tell his mother he’d asked her to have sex with him. “Oh, then she probably doesn’t want me to mow the grass,” he said. He wondered if this girl kissed like Becky. “The car or the chick?”
“Um, both, I guess.”
Evan smirked, and said, “Let’s get a closer look.”
They walked towards a black hauler with a big number fifteen painted on the side.
