Backseat Pleasuring
“How long till we get there?” I called from the back seat. “Mmm… About another two hours,” My dad replied, taking a quick glance at the map on his GPS. “Do you need something, honey?” My mother called from beside him, smiling at me through the rearview mirror. “Nah, I’m just asking,” I leaned back in my seat and looked out the window. We were on a road trip, heading to a beach resort for vacation. My name is Logan. I’m fifteen years old, and attending second year in high school. I stood around 5 feet 9 inches in height, with a lean musculature. My hair was a dusty brown, wild and unkempt, and my eyes were a deep blue. I wore a pair of red swim trunks and sandals, with a colorful buttoned shirt …