I was sitting in the middle of the front seat of a car while a fellow who seemed like someone with whom I had attended high school was sitting on my right. An absolutely beautiful blonde-haired girl wearing a white sweater climbed in next to me on my left behind the steering wheel. She seemed somehow familiar, as if I knew her from somewhere. After she and I started a conversation interspersed with sexual innuendo, I asked, "How old are you?"

She said she was 26, but I didn't believe her. When I told her she looked as if she were 28 or 29, she said she was. After she produced her driver's license, I looked at it and then handed it to some people who were sitting in the back seat. When she then moved a little and laid her hand on my penis, I wondered if the fellow sitting next to me on my right had seen what she had done.

I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. I bent over and started kissing her. I slipped my hand under her sweater and started feeling her left breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. When I looked at her face, she seemed to be grimacing. I wondered if she was letting me feel her breast for some other reason, and if she really wasn't enjoying it.

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