I could smell engine coolant, gasoline smoke and girl cum. I hurt all over. How bad was I hurt? Nothing seemed to be broken. That was good, maybe I co...ld still escape. That thought brought home the seriousness of the trouble I'd put myself into. I was driving a stolen car, which I'd just crashed while doing something that was criminally reckless. I clicked seatbelt and lowered myself to the roof of the inverted car. There was barely enough room for me to slither out the driver's side window.. " I moved her hand over my cock and felt her give me a few squeezes."What about we mow the lawn first." We finished the lawn in record time. I think we both kind of hurried through the chores. I had a constant boner thinking about what Irene wanted to see and where it would lead to. I knew I wanted to feel her hand wrapped around my cock and have her feel cum shoot out for her first time giving a hand job. After putting away the lawn mower I could see she was ready to explore a little. I looked at her quizzically, “Umatilla? What the hell is here?” There especially wasn’t anyplace to wear a dress like Kayla and I had bought her. Umatilla is a tiny little town and the only possible nightlife I had seen was the In’n’Out Burger Shack; not exactly the kind of place for an LBD. I had assumed we were probably going across the Columbia to Kennewick, Washington. At least it’s a real town, not just a wide spot in the road. Of course, we hadn’t seen all of town yet, either. After all,. He was taken by surprise and jumped slightly backwards, anger spreading all over his face. But his face lightened as he saw the innocent kids chasing each other completely unaware of what they had done. He chuckled to himself and turned towards me saying he needed to change before we left and asked me if I would mind waiting for him while he did so. I said it was not a problem and we entered the elevator and pushed the button to the second floor. As we entered his room, he asked me to take a.