Or the cops might have gotten it. There would be nothing in it to lead them directly to us. It was the Honda, with Utah plates and registered to Nancy...Parker in Salt Lake City. That would come to a dead end, which would be suspicious, but hardly helpful. If anything it should draw the cops away from who we really were and where we truly lived."So..." I looked at her, across the ugly guy's dead body that we'd left sprawled in his little living room."So, we need a new car," Angela smiled. "Maybe. The computer loads up and I'm already down to my boxers, sitting on my chair, one hand on cock the other on the mouse. Google > Safe Search Off. I'm scanning images or "porn", there are hot chicks, cocks, wet fanny and cum pics all over my screen. I grin a little as the blood starts pumping and my cock gets bigger, it gets so big and hard it actually hurts a little. I get up and turn to my mirrored wardrobe, whip down my boxers and have a look at the b**st in full rage, it's impressive. I have. "At the widening of his eyes, she gave him a curt wave that was probably meant to forestall his fear. "The doctors have every expectation that they'll recover and that the comas will be temporary. Still ... the damage. Can you stand it? Your heart, I mean?"With grim determination, he assured her that his heart was not a problem ... because Jen and Fiona were alive, and that made all the difference.Mary was right about the damage.Fiona had been driving, and was on the side that was first struck. " We can't carry on like that here, on shore," he said firmly.She dimpled. "We're not on shore yet." You're kidding," he said."I don't think I'm ever going to kid you about that," she said. She untied her blouse and let it gape open, showing her teen titties to him."Not here!" he gasped, looking around quickly.She laughed and, holding her blouse together, ran for the ladder to the bridge. Looking over her shoulder she called "Come on."Again she was waiting for him, naked and ready, when he got.