Her blouse was stained with cum, there was cum on her skirt, and I noticed a few globs in her hair. She stepped up the the passenger side of the car w...ere I sat, leaning over, allowing her blouse to fall open, displaying her cum covered tits, and hard nipples.“Um, are you going to let me in?” Cheryl questioned.“Yep, but you can drive,” I replied, and she giggled.She strutted around the car, her tits bouncing inside the shear material of the blouse. She slid in the drivers seat and adjusted it. A quick glance toward the other guy who got out of the car told me he was not going to get involved. He was standing close to the car smoking a cigarette he had just lit. He looked bored. Returning my eyes to Jake I saw he had closed within ten feet and was slowing down. He was moving the pipe in his hand up and down like he was priming to use it. This was a bad situation. It was broad daylight, but no one had gone for help. My greatest problem was I didnt want Hillary getting hurt. I knew. They hauled her to her feet and faced her toward the camera. "Your bride to be is remarkably loyal, loser. She still won't confess and implicate you. Of course. She's not the bride you thought you were getting. It will be a while before her vagina tightens up again, but so far she's still technically a virgin. You want her to stay that way, don't you? Think about it. You are going to confess and plead guilty sooner or later.. ." I cannot imagine you being more of a woman than you are," he said quietly, his lips softly kissing her hair."It's been a long time since..." Since a man has held you, kissed you, told you how much of a woman you really are?" he asked, his breath on her cheeks, his lips moving to her earlobes. Laura felt the blood course through her veins, her heart pound, her temperature rise. His kisses moved to her neck and she gasped slightly. She could again smell his manly and erotic aroma."You are.