My Best Friend’s Dad Taught Me How To Drive
When Frank Zelhar, my best friend’s father, taught me how to drive, he told me to sit in his lap while he instructed me.
Since the road was bumpy, I kept jolting on his body, and I could sense a hot, hard thing behind me. As I moved, it poked against me.
He touched me on the pretext of helping me hone my willpower.
When he touched my most intimate parts, I could feel a wetness coming from within me, and I knew that things were about to get out of control.