“God damn!” he swore and then we were heading backwards to the highway. Sheila’s hair glinted gold in the moonlight, her soft tit flesh white, she was scared, “It’s ok,” I said, and I reached out and took her hand. Japanese sex I saw her in the faint light of the ceiling rose, her red party dress, that what there was of it, her tits busting out of it and the skirt so short you could have seen her knickers if she’d had any, “Dad’s flipped.”
“I come to my senses,” Rigsby said, “You wanna fuck every guy around that’s fine by me.”
He gunned the motor, hit the gear selector, gunned the motor again and took out the side of Mrs Braziers porch as we lurched forwards. “Five,” I corrected her. “Whatever,” Rigsby agreed, “And no more screwing around, deal?”
“Ok deal.” she said. “Ah, there’s no need Daddy, gee he’s hung like a donkey,” Sheila admitted.
