‘Move you fucking thing!’ swore the stranger in her brother’s body. ‘What…who…what is that?’ she whispered, inching to the other side of...her brother, away from whatever it was. The thumps were becoming regular, accompanied by a clanking sound as they approached, as well as a dull scraping noise, not metal on metal, but perhaps metal on the cement walls. ‘There are a few options…none of them good. If it’s who I think it is, he’s a bit out of his way.’ He glared at the elevator angrily, as if. I looked down on the cabin and could see a vehicle partially hidden on the far side of it nearest the road.Damn, I hoped I wouldn't have to share my fish. I eased down and came in behind the building and could hear noises coming from inside. When I came around to the front I knew just who it was. Parked in front was the Cadillac Escalade with dealer plates that Debbie had taken a test drive in months before. From the sounds from the interior of the cabin I knew just what was going on. I. It was a wonder that she managed to navigate her way over the ancient and much beloved, but exceedingly narrow bridge over the river at Pont du Rochelles without mishap. It was not until she entered the centre of the village and turned onto the square however that calamity struck. Eager to get home by now she took the corner far too fast and made a complete hash of the turn, veering wildly and coming into sickening contact with a parked automobile just outside the Cafe du Concorde and careering. He started wanking his dick, trying to push himself over the edge. "Come on baby, give it to me! I want to be covered in your hot, sticky cum!" she cried out.Picturing himself spraying his load all over Brittany's face and tits forced him to finally blow. "Oooooh fuck yes!" he cried out as his seed shot from his throbbing dick. "Ooooh yes. Fuck yeah, Brittany!" he exclaimed.There was silence.His dick was still shooting out cum, but Samantha didn't say a word. Justin had heard his mistake the.