You could tell the auction house had done their best to clean up the cars to make them look their best. But for some that just meant they looked like ...lean rubbish, instead of just rubbish.Stan went off to look at some of the vehicles he was interested in, leaving us to work out where this Range Rover was. From Stan’s description, he knew it was big and had been damaged. But looking around the lot, nothing here really matched the description. I did notice two other vehicles though, while we. Mike had gone over to pour more brandies, and could hear quiet slurping sounds from Jan's wet cunt, and her familiar quiet moans of arousal. “I think the cat's got the cream!” said Mike“Well,” said Jan, I know there's something hot and hard poking in my bum, and it's not a gun or a banana!” Jan teased.“Oh, well, it could be you that's going to get the cream then!” Mike said. “Why don't you try to find out where it might come from?”“Mmm...brandy first!” Jan said.All three downed their brandies.. She was there in mass of bodies gyrating, grinding and caressing. Hands in the air then down through her hair to the body of the guy in front of her as hands reached from behind to caress her body down over her hips drawing her back against the guy behind her. The guys moved in even closer to her as she smiled her delight and drew in a girl to her private group. I was mesmerized watching this group being so free and into the music. While watching, everyone else in the club seemed to no longer. “When someone makes a mistake and they ask forgiveness, they get a second chance. People make mistakes, Haul,” she purred, drawing the knife once more, slicing another flap of skin away.Her mind had settled and a smile spread onto her face. It was no real choice what she would do.Later, she knew, Tamara might not like the woman she was in that moment, but in that moment, she savored what little she could control before her world was destroyed by the Mantis. “But when someone fucks with me or my.