The Return to “The Hillbilly Girl” 2

The Return to The “Hillbilly Girl” 2

‘Darleen takes her first ride in a Ferrari ‘ENZO’

__I woke up to Darleen washing me up in bed. When she saw me open my eyes she crawled up and sat on top of me. She leaned over and said: “Barry,…ya sure do fuck good. “, and started kissing my face.

She made me a country breakfast to die for. Fuller General Store delivered groceries to the house. Her hands were all over me while I ate. I ask her how she liked my car. “It looks like a ‘red turtle’ ta me, but it’s cute, no room to carry anything tho.” I ask her if she wanted to take a ride in it. She sat on my lap and grinned. “You ain’t got no keys, but you know how ta git’em.”

I was so full from her meal, I had to lay down on the old couch. She immediately got on top of me. More kissing my face and then she scooted up. She had no under panties on and kept inching her pussy closer to my face. She grinned as I looked. I see my keys in her hand. She rest’s them on her pussy. I have to go, ‘git’em’. I pulled her pussy to me and bite and drop the keys on the floor. She holds my head and rocks her pussy back and forth on my face. (I think she’s trying to tell me something.)

I grabbed her sweet butt cheeks and rock them as my tongue did the rest. She’s getting out of breath and moaning….”..damn you Barry, yer git’in me hooked on do’in this. Keep a go’in…oh hell yes…faster Barry, that good feel’in is a com’in.”

She gave out a loud long moan as she squirmed and jerked her pussy. She slowly fell into my arms and purred like a kitten.

“Let’s go for a drive, Darleen, and do some shopping,” I said. “..ok“…she mumbled…”..but we got some make up fuck’in ta do when we get back Barry.”

I showed her how to open the raised up doors on the Ferrari ENZO. (..yes my dad had left me lots of money.) I strapped her in as her eyes were wide and all glazed over. She had driven farm tractors and old pickups a little, but this was all new to her. I headed for the main highway. When I pulled out on it, it was clear. I mashed the throttle and nailed us back against the seat.

Darleen started laughing. “Holy Shit!, this turtle can haul ass!” she had to yell because of the big engine right behind our heads. The white lines soon began one white line as I reached about 150 miles per hour. “Yeeeee Hawwwww!”, Darleen yelled. I slowed down to where I could do a long hi speed sideways drift and go over the center grass strip and go back the way we came. Darleen clapped her hands and stomped her feet.