But maybe that was a blessing, as she was already revealing much too much, in too risky a place. She leaned forward and began to hug her step-sister across the seat, resting her head against her belly, while the gearshift dropped out of her gaping gash with a smacking noise. “Since you’ve started with the Biscayne, I think it’s only fitting for him to be the first inside you, dont’cha think?”
Deborah nodded, a little afraid, but so aroused she was practically aching to feel something inside her again, deeper, stronger, harder, and the knob on that shift looked so… Cautiously, she lowered her hips down onto the thick, bulbous head, feeling it spread her wide and tear at her hymen. A body, she was not ashamed to admit, she had dreamt of many times, and which she touched, longingly, once more. “Well, let’s clean this up and then you’ll have to make some amends, I tell you,” Barbara said, and immediately continued her step-sister’s work and started licking up the rest of the stains off her Chevrolet’s trunk.
