I had the forethought right after I’d bought it to put a nice, comfortable pillow over the hump. She hopped on the pillow right off the bat. With th... difference in our heights, this put Caroline’s shoulder about even with mine. [There was another benefit to those bucket seats and that pillow that I’ll get around to later in the story.]As per my usual habit, I parked as near the back as possible. I pulled the speaker in and hung it on the widow as I rolled it back up. I don’t even remember what. Like a woman's.The main drag, as it were, was about four blocks from our house, several college bars, right in a row. We'd hit them all, sometimes, all in one drunken college boy night. They were too close to drive to, and just far enough to stumble home drunk from. We'd agreed ahead of time we could make it there. But that was before heels. We made it two blocks before our feet started to hurt. If nothing else tonight, I thought, I'd have a new appreciation for women wearing high. Her long hair swaying as she moved about.I saw her body shake, She let out a loud OHHHHHHHH, Which because of where we were at, echoed back OHHHHHH.She crumpled forward into my Arms, her breasts laying on my chest heaving in and out as Julie caught her breath.As she lay there she ran her hands around my hairy chest, murmuring so curly, so fuzzy, so thick.She then moved her self-up to face me looked me in the eyes, Said in a soft whispery voice, YOU don’t know how much you have. His spunk shooting out in ragged jets, covering my hand and his heaving chest. “Mmm, did you enjoy yourself slut?” I asked, sliding the strap on out of his greedy man pussy. “It was amazing babe, fucking brilliant.” Alex shuffled backwards to rest against the arm of the couch, his breathing coming out in ragged gasps. “What about me?” Aaron asked his massive member still rock hard and glistening with spit. A devious idea began to form in my mind. I twisted around to face Aaron, a cheeky grin.