" He then smiled broadly. I don't know how far they had gone but I'm pretty sure they were and are intimate.Toby started to say something. I said, "To...y, don't say anything. You don't want to make two of the prettiest girls in school mad at you." He lay low. School was finally out and we met at Britt's locker and went to the car together. I handed her in and went around. We left the school grounds and I drove home.We got out and ran into the quiet house. We dropped our books and went upstairs.. He asked if there might be a position at Delaney Industries for a part-time mechanic. There was. He got the job that afternoon. The hours were six AM until nine AM, three days a week.His second day on the job, Clay Delaney approached him. “Say, I saw your resume’. Says that you know something about Donzi boats. That right?”“A little.”“I have one. Could I get you to tune it up? The locals around here don’t know anything about the big Mercruisers.”“Sure, take me to it.”They took Clay’s Mercedes. Only two for the time being until I felt her getting more wet. I slide three fingers and she moaned over my cock more. Four fingers in. I knew she was loving it. I had to keep driving so I couldn't finger her, drive, and get head all at the same time. I pulled back and let her lick my fingers knowing she was tasting her own juices. About fifteen minutes into me getting roadhead I hear a smack. It was my girlfriend. It wasn't that 'WHAT THE FUCK' smack but a nice smack on Aprils butt. April. I spread my legs open further and her hand slipped lower. I felt one finger pushing against my asshole, teasing it, threatening to force its way in. Her hand worked its way back up to my cock. Precum was oozing from the tip, she swirled a finger in it, removed her hand from my pants, and sucked the finger clean. My cock obviously hard to anybody who caught a glimpse. We sat opposite each other, talking about our kids, our trouble with our cars, the simple facts of simple life. After dinner, we.