It turns into a rolling chunk of flaming metal. The two closest pursuers manage to pull off and around, avoiding the wreckage, but the third is not as...fortunate and takes the full brunt force of the impact followed by the explosion of another fuel tank.“Fuck...” Melissa murmurs under her breath. She hoped to take out two, if not all the riders. Then without a second thought, she rights herself and grips her partner’s shoulders, puling herself up until she is standing on the back of the roaring. In short, she looked so hot that if they'd opened up the other half of the casket they'd have had visual proof that she could make a stiff stiff.On top of her looks, on top of her clothes, Clarissa in bed -- or anywhere else -- was a wet dream come to life. Emphasis on the "come."She sucked cock like a Hoover with lips. She could and did take me down to the root -- I'm no stallion, but, I mean, she didn't gag or anything. I think her throat was double-jointed.And she fucked even better than she. “Oh you know,” Cecile said, “turned to vinegar. Sometimes wine will not set correctly and turns to vinegar.”Trish was grinning at me, as she understood that as a farm boy from out in the country, I wasn’t familiar with wines and what to do with them. She just said, “You’ll learn in time.”Trish showed me how to use a very neat corkscrew. It had handles on it that you pulled down on after you had screwed the screw into the cork. The contraption lifted the cork out easily and in one piece.Delta. “That’s a good girl, try to rest now.”“Sharri?” My voice cracks.“Yes Karen, I’m here.” Her voice is a comforting balm to me something recognisable.“I can’t see you.”“Karen, you’ve been badly hurt. You have got some bandages over your face.”A backwash of memory from that tidal wave stirs my in mind. I remember.I remember his face as he hit me again and again. Slumping to the floor I see him reach for the knife.Blinding agony courses through me. Several times I feel the knife slide into my body..