I lean against the front bumper of the truck and wait while she runs back inside. A minute later, she jogs back out and I almost swallow my tongue over the way her tits jiggle around in her white tank top. Dear lord, how am I going to make it through this game? I make matters worse by boosting her up into the truck, dragging the nylon seatbelt down the center of her rack and locking her into place. "Thanks," she says, sounding a little winded.

And those nipples pop up into little peaks, right ...