After saying goodbye to Mr. Marino, Preston was quick to back out of the driveway and propel them to the street. She noted him staring at her impossibly long, tan legs, just before he responded to her question. He mentioned that there was some talk of his driving history, which just made Addison’s eyes roll. “Ugh, of course he did.”<br/><br/>She stuck her tongue out and made a retching sound like she was on the verge of gagging. “He didn’t actually call me his little princess, though, did he?” Addison sat back, looking slightly defeated. “God, I hope not.”<br/><br/>To his question about the skirt being just for him, Addison chuckled. “Of course it is. You made a special request. I pay attention to those.” She even raised a hand to her head, pointing at her temple and giving him a sage-like nod. Her smirk widened when he asked if what was beneath the skirt was also for him. “Well, again I ask, who else would it be for?”<br/><br/>When he said he was surprised that her dad didn’t mention her skirt, she snickered. “He thinks all of my skirts are skorts. You know, like, a skirt and shorts at the same time?” She shook her head and chuckled. “And he thinks nothing is wrong with shorts as long as they aren’t booty shorts. Besides, we’ve had plenty of talks about my wardrobe and by now, he’s backed off.”<br/><br/>She leaned over then, tugging Preston’s jeans down below the lap band of his seatbelt and toyed with the fastening there. “So, how easy is it to give you head like this?” She thought aloud. “I mean, assuming you’re done talking about my dad… and can handle keeping all four tires on the road while I do it?” She challenged, peering up at him with a hungry, salacious look.