bashful bee
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Part 2
"Is it okay if I sit next up front next to your hubby, GG? My back is killing me thanks to the ol' knockers, and I really need the reclining seat."
I was used to Honey speaking this way to my wife. It was kind of a holdover from their roller derby locker room talk days.
"You bet!" Gertie opened her door and slid her tall, taut form right out, without so much as a glance goodbye at me. It seemed her eyes were locked on the Black man at Honey's side. "I'm Gertie!" I could hear her say as she held out a hand.
Honey was clamoring, with some difficulty, into the front seat. I had long since been trained by these two harridans not to ogle at Honey's deep cleavage (she is way more well-endowed than my wife) despite her always-provocative outfits, but this time my eyes accidentally snapped to the deep, rounded crevice as her breasts swung into view, blocking what I wasn't quite sure I had just seen... Had my wife just brushed her open palm against Honey's boyfriend's bulge?!
"Hey! Eyes on the road, faggot!"
"Oh, yes! Of course! Sorry!"
Laughter seemed to be coming from the Black man and my wife, but whatever had passed between them was over now, as my wife backed into the back seat. But as she did, she kept scooting until she was on the driver's side.
Funny, but I would have thought with how she was moving her legs, anyone standing on the sidewalk, like Honey's boyfriend, would have been able to see right up her skirt!
"Does your boyfriend need a ride, Honey? Plenty of room back here!"
To be continued...
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