It was only ten minutes from home, so we go there a lot. I dragged up the hem of her skirt, and forced my knee between her thighs to open them. I let go of Hélène and turned her over. Now I was to play “Charlie the chauffeur”. Aimée told me, “Shut the bitch up.” I put my hand over her mouth again. Suddenly the movie was over. That left me with one hand free and Hélène immobilized. She said something, obviously a negative, “ne”, something, “pas”. A couple of fingers found there way into her pussy, and a thumb flicked the clit. Do you want that? There wasn’t much traffic at that time of night, so it only took us ten minutes to get to our destination.
