“You should stick around,” she said. “You’re cute.”I wasn’t use to a stranger complementing me.“Turn at the next dirt road,” Rita inst...ucted. We bounced down the pot-holed road towards a farm house. I pull into the dirt drive and before I could even come to a stop, I knew the drop off was not going to happen. I watched as Rita stepped on to the porch and banged on the front door. I saw her peeking into the front window. She continued to knock on the door, but no one answered.She stepped off the. April started school and immediately had moreboyfriends then you could shake a dick at, I mean astick at. High schools in the city were a lot largerthan in East Texas which meant more boys and morechances to get in trouble. I had promised my in-lawsthat I would keep my eye on her and it was my pleasuredoing so. After the first grading period came and wentApril proved her self of deserving to get a part timejob. She found one at the local drug store. The malemanager did not even give a shit she. This also resulted in the back of the thong sliding deep into my crack...likely disappearing. I pulled the shirt on, even though it was extremely tight. Next was the skirt, which presented a new problem. The skirt was not long enough to cover my entire ass. Either, I had to pull it down a little low, exposing the top of my ass crack...or pull it up higher, exposing the bottom of my ass cheeks. I chose to expose the bottom. Finally were the stockings, which really made me feel like a slut as I. “Belt up.” Car back in gear, foot on accelerator. Rain falling now, windscreen wipers doing their regimented dance. I look at the woman, at the seatbelt stretching down between her large breasts. She’s looking out of the window. One mile to start of dual carriageway. Hand moves from gear stick to nylon thigh; rubs, strokes. “I hope you’re not expecting anything more, you pervert.” “My car, my rules.” “Are you?” “That’s for me to know.” Silence, save for the splash of rubber on watery road and.