.." as matt reached for the other breast, wendy couldnt stand it anymore. She punched with her right hand, all her might hitting matt in the eye.Matt ...ailed out in pain and fell towards his dad, Mr.Patterson yelled "what the fuck!?' spinning his wheel, the car lurched sharply to the left and he hit his brakes, squeeling tires and the smell of burning rubber filled the air.The sharp turn of the truck caused matt to fall in front of his father, wendy saw her chance and unbuckled fast, hitting the. He stopped.“NO” She whined .She begged him with her eyes. “Please Sir, please don’t stop” She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to cum. He would not be convinced. Closing her eyes she let the dying sensations wash over her. Every muscle was tied in knots. Pussy tight and wet. Clit throbbing and so close to cumming it was hard to breathe. She felt something cold and slender being pushed into her hot pussy. Startled she jumped and tried to see what it was. He held her firm on the seat with his. I recognized the other. ‘Sir Balen! What were you thinking?’ I exclaimed. ‘I was thinking the engines needed to be destroyed, my King,’ Balen said as he gave a slight bow. As much of a bow as he could afford while lifting his friend’s dead weight ‘The..king?’ his fat friend stammered. I grabbed the other side of him and pulled him to his feet. ‘You should have left me, Sire’ the man puffed, still trying to catch his breath. He was a little slumped over. I was sure his middle section took a. ‘Well, I’ve got you to thank for that, hun.’ And she did a twirl so I could see her from all angles. I was not sure what she meant. ‘I don’t think I can claim any credit,’ I replied. ‘You bet you can,’ she retorted. ‘Here, hun, let me buy you a drink.’ I realised she had skilfully directed our steps into a side street where a pub was tucked away. Weakly, maybe, I allowed myself to be steered inside, but I insisted on getting the drinks. We nestled at a small table in the corner. She accepted.