<div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5621636592_50e1b41ef3.jpg)</div><hr/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Weaver Way -&gt; St. Clair's garage -&gt; Robinson Road</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Oops....</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr/><br/>"America is a very....nice place," she licked her lips as her eyes went straight to the bulge in his swim trunks.<br/><br/>His hands had uncovered the bulge and her eyes almost glued to it. Luckily there was no one in the streets...not even other cars. Which was very good as Yvonne barely paid attention to the road. As this thought went through her head, her eyes went to the road. Still no one. The party and the HOA was practically empty...where was everyone? And why the hell did she care when a very sexy horny boy was in her car? Taking a breath, she decided to go for it. If he got upset....well....she would figure something out.<br/><br/>Her heart raced in her chest as she took in a deep inhale, her hand moved slowly from his thigh. Teasingly, nervously, her pal slid across and her fingers slid over the erection. She let out a soft sigh as her fingers walked along his hardened cock until her palm was closer to him and she lightly grabbed him. Not squeezing hard, in fact she used barely any pressure at all. Just enough for both of them to know that she was groping him but would back off if needed...or if he didn't like it.<br/><br/>As his house came into view, she kept driving....she could just circle around....