A Married Marilyn

She looked to her left and finally got a good look at Heather. She had long platinum blond hair hanging midway down her bra, and a tight baby blue baby tee that exposed her tiny belly and matched her eyes. The words 'baby phat' on the shirt were stretched flat by her massive mammaries, and her outfit was finished by a pair of tight red leather pants, of which she was rubbing her crotch. "Damn, she's much bigger than me up top!" Marilyn thought to herself. "Talk about better living through science!"

The slam of the door brought Marilyn's eyes to Carla's. Her tanned complexion shone off of her radiant face with the almond shaped eyes, and while her frame was small, it was a very tight package. She wore a black New York Liberty t-shirt that draped over everything except the medium-sized breasts that looked large on her frame. An athletic looking leg with a platform heeled foot stuck out of the wrap skirt she was wearing. She felt the hum of the engine under her seat when Carla began to talk.

"That was one hell of a show you put on over there, my big girl…or should I say man-oh-MAN with that baseball bat between your thighs."

"Thanks for the compliment," Marilyn replied. "I can see how much you liked it, with your little peek over the headrest!" she finished with a chuckle.

"Ooh, that was a hot show," Heather commented as she kept stroking her little kitty through her pants. "I've been playing with myself the whole time. Mmmm, I can see you're still very hard yourself."

"Yeah. Seeing someone get off like that gets me hot."

"How about we take care of you babe," Heather said as she grabbed Marilyn's dick around the base. "I think a nice hand job would do the trick, right babe?"

"Yeah, I think we can handle that," said Carla as she took Marilyn's dick from Heather's hands, pushed it down against Marilyn's left thigh, then pulled her panties over it and let it pop back up. "You got a nice one there…and it's shaved too!"