Katie Monk, dressed in those kind of pink shorts that flair out in a cute way at the bottoms and with her magnificent top crammed into a plain white shirt that threatened to have its buttons blown off by tit pressure, looked up the street and finally smiled. She spotted Rick's cream and red 1959 Lincoln convertible approaching a low speed. Mick always drove slowly, as if to conserve fuel but actually it was to ensure the stares of babes lingered long and sensuously on his choice Mercury.
It was a chilly spring morning as Kayte stepped daintily into Mick's 600 horse-power supercharged diesel truck that had remained unmodified since new. Dick scarcely glanced at the tops of the cute little boobs shimmering at the neckline of her blue gingham dress as he floored the gas pedal sending autumn leaves flying as the first snows of the year threatened.
Kim Mynks had only snatched three hours sleep before going on this ride to Sunday church with Rick as she's been out the previous night at a drive-in where her boyfriend's father Dr Ralph Mace had plowed her seven times until cum ran from her shaved pussy like a river.
The 18-year-old virgin turned to Ricky and said: "It's gonna be a hot day, perhaps the hottest this summer, darling."
"Yeah," replied Mick, expansively.
"I loved the old-time movies with Dr Mace yesterday morning. It was a great fun-raiser but no fun for me. He was so boring."
"Still you did yah duty," sniffed Dick, slowing the blue modified sedan as he passed an admiring group of young women dressed in white outside the brothel working a picket which they did every Friday.
"How's yer mom?" he asked the 20-year-old orphan.