The club jammed with a nice selection to pick from, we take our time. Dismissing the usual wannabes, I decide on Wall Street. She picks Cowboy. Choices made, we make our way out to daddy’s big old caddy at the far end of the lot.
I take the front, while she rocks in back. The big boat is soon bouncing, reeking with fuck lust.
“How’s he doing, sis?
“Not bad. Soft hands, good lips.”
“Could be more. Yours?”
“Way big for what I want.”
“You and that hungry asshole. Okay, boys, you heard the lady. Time to switch seats.”