Since that first time, when Matt had taken her into the backroom at the Biker's Barn and had bent her over the oil drum and fucked her hard from behind, they had never failed to do it at least once when they were on a date, and if she had to watch some pool shooting first, that was okay with her.Since that first time, when Matt had taken her into the backroom at the Biker's Barn and had bent her over the oil drum and fucked her hard from behind, they had never failed to do it at least once when they were on a date, and if she had to watch some pool shooting first, that was okay with her. As she thought about what was sure to lay ahead of her that evening, Mink let her hand slide to Matt's crotch, and rubbed his thick cock through the conforming black leather pants. She loved to touch him like that, to wrap her fingers around the bulge in his left pants leg. It was always there, never in the right leg or pressed against his belly, but always angled to the left, always large enough and firm enough to find easily and to enjoy. She slid her small fingers back and forth over the cool, slick leather, her thumb and forefinger slipping briefly over the prominent rim of his big cock head before sliding back down the shaft once more. As she continued stroking Matt, Mink thought about her step- father, wondering if his cock was large like Matt's or somewhat smaller like Chuck's. She had tried to be in the right place at the right time on several occasions, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jim with his organ exposed, but had so far been unsuccessful. Would tonight be the night she would see it for the first time? God!... she hoped so! All she had been able to think about for the last few days was what Jim had said to her about "checking her" after her dates, and now as she and Matt rode along and she stroked his thick cock with her hand, she felt her tiny bikini panties soaking up her juices as she grew wetter and wetter. |