The seat is dislodged and punched along a couple of feet by the impact before the car stops.On hearing the car crash and stall Lyn sits up to look at ...t because the gunfire has also stopped. The side and insides of the car are a real bloody mess. Hearing moans behind him Lyn turns to see two women on the ground with gunshot wounds.While getting up and racing to the women Lyn says, “Nancy, call nine one one for an ambulance and the police.” He administers what first aid he can while she makes. She looked at me and smiled and I smiled real big right back at her. I was nervous, but I didn’t want her to stop. She turned back to me and stuck her finger down in the waistband of my cutoffs. ‘Well young man, it looks like you not only got dirt on the outside you managed to get dirt inside your pants. We’ll have to get that out for you.’ With that she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I stood there in my boxer with my dick making a little tent in the. ‘I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that usually a guy spends weeks, and months learning all of those things by trial and error. First time fucks are so often awkward and less than ideal. Thank you for your refreshing candor. Now, a couple of thoughts. If you want to fuck my face with your pussy, then I hope you use depilatory or you use conditioner. I hate stubble burn. Do not even think about touching my balls when you’re close. I’d like to have children some day. My ears are. An elbow outside.I have my left leg free. Usually I park my foot at the wheel cap. My knee close at the steer.I have experience in driving down 'les autoroutes de soleil, sans mes mains, pour rouler'.I have only to stretch my foot a bit to keep the steer straight, so I can roll my 'p'tit petard'.I have a nickname among French friends 'a Paris, Lyon, Grenoble, Marseille, Montpellier'.They all call me , as all know, I always smoke smelly 'herbal cigarettes'.They all also like their big petards..