You take over behind the wheel

“I don't see anyone,” Avril answers after a moment.

“Alright…Nancy get in the back seat. I’ll drive.”

Nancy whimpers, then lifts herself up and turns; moving between the two front seats. She immediately plops down in the corner behind the drivers seat and across from Avril.

After that you stand and take over behind the wheel. You get the car in gear and pull back onto the road.

Nancy’s moans, gasps and whimpers are highly distracting as you drive. “Avril, umm, help her.”

Avril looks at the teen detective as she plays with herself, her own arousal coming back. Licking her lips, she leans across the seats.

Avril’s hand snakes up Nancy’s leg, heading for her pussy. She leans further and snakes her other hand and runs it through Nancy’s hair.

“Do you want me too?” Avril asks Nancy.

Though her voice was tinged with lust you get the feeling she sincerely wanted to know.

Nancy, unable to articulate words just nods her head.

“Okay, then,” Avril says, then leans in and kisses Nancy full on the lips, her tongue parting Nancy’s lips.

Avril's hand is now replacing Nancy’s on her mound; rubbing her through her thong. Nancy moans at the contact. Nancy brings her hands up to cup Avril’s tits; rubbing Avril’s hardening nipples through the thin material.

Avril breaks the kiss, then dips her head down to Nancy’s thong covered cunt.

Driving is getting more difficult as the sounds and thoughts of what is going on a foot behind you flash though your mind. You try and block out the sounds by repeating “Must get home, must get home, must get home,” over and over, adding, ‘to jerk off,’ at the last.

Behind you Avril has pulled Nancy’s wet thong to the side, “Oh, Nancy, you lightened your hair. Mr. Doe she’s a true red head, in case you were wondering. Trimmed so prettily too!”

“That doesn’t help with the driving, Avril,” you grunt, as Avril starts slurping.

“Mmm, sorry, sir.” She says; talking into Nancy’s dripping pussy.

Nancy finds her words again, “Oh God, I can’t believe this. M…must drive…f…faster, sir. We…oh, we’re in…holy, in public sir. Oh God.”

You step on the gas, passing cars on your way into the commercial district that you reside in. Hey, the rent's cheap.

You pull into the underground garage of your apartment building and take a look back.

Nancy's face is sheened in sweat, her legs spread wide, her tits jiggling with her heavy breathing, moaning in ecstasy. Avril has her head between Nancy’s toned legs, lapping away.

She pauses to take a breath, then notices she's in an underground garage.

She smiles; her lips coated with Nancy’s juices, “Oh, hey no more line of Mmmphh!” she’s cut off as Nancy pulls her head back down.

“Too…close…lick,” Nancy grunts, grinding her sex into Avril’s face.

You stare slack-jawed at Nancy’s actions for a moment and then your decide to help out.