Straightening once more, she reached behind her. Jason held his breath, not believing his luck as he watched her remove her top, freeing her magnifice...t globes. They were perfect, or so he thought, full and still firm with youth and obviously natural. Her nipples were the color of rose buds, erect against her large pink areola. Licking his lips, he stared at their thickness, barely even noticing her gaze shifting until it locked onto his, followed by an almost shy smile.He found the sight of. I learned to drive in water, dry pavement, sand, mud.Skids, off-camber corners, blind hills, hidden access, power turns ... change a flat ... high-speed reverse, police turns, feather a corner, how to get out of a submerged car.Shake a tail, tail another car, wash a car, clean the interior, perform simple mechanics ... change the oil, filter, spark plugs, add windshield washer fluid, charge a battery, tune a radio, clean seat belts.Driving was serious. A car was as much a weapon as a loaded. . wool jackets and mid-length skirts... but at home... God, how she hated putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those damnable conservative costumes. She even hated the cutoffs and tee shirt she normally wore in the garden. What Cheryl really wanted was the freedom from society's norms that said she had to hide her body, to be able display it to anyone who wanted to see it. There's nothing wrong with anyone's body, she thought to herself. Hell, everyone has one. But she knew it was. But although this was in an attempt to hide her womanly charms, it actually meant she was touching his prick. And Pete’s prick started twitching of its own accord against her palm, as he could no longer control his desire. She snapped her hand away as if burned.Pete moved his hands up to Trish’s breasts and tried to tweak her nipples, but she snapped to attention and told him he must not touch them, “You can caress my breasts, but don’t touch the nipples,” she told him.Dave saw she was bloody.