And died.My current state of aliveness was about to surrender to a definite condition of deadness. Mr. Hillman's produce truck continued to stalk me.I...knew that there was no way out, right up until I saw it.Snatching the wheel hard to the right, I almost missed the truck completely. My back bumper was smacked, hard, by the front end of the truck, and the car was thrown through the air toward the bank beside the road.My seatbelt held me firm, giving no slack to duck as the windshield caved in. My cock throbbed even harder behind my jeans. "Uh oh, who died?" Aunt Emma asked, her face serious. She stopped sipping her coffee. "Zander and I are having sex." Mom practically blurted out, as if telling her sister that it was cloudy outside. "Say what?" Emma exclaimed, disbelief in her expression ... and ... was that intrigue? It was. So Aunt Emma really was like me and Mom, after all. I felt a bolt of relief shoot through me. "Bullshit, I don't believe you." "We. Said she was saving her ass for marriage, but she sure loved getting it played with. Ever so often, she’d wiggle her ass, as I’d thrust up into her. She always felt fucking amazing, and I was ready to cum. We were young and stupid then, practising pull out, and blow a load on her tits, ass or sometimes face. I just announced that I was about to cum, when Jin, let out a moan. Eve, still riding me, caught Jin, with one hand up her shirt, and one down her pants. “You little pervert, staring at us. I finished my own look with the white nurse's capwith a little red cross that matched the one on my chest.Stepping back and admiring ourselves side by side in the mirror, I couldsee we were going to make quite a scene at Vikki's party. Our lookwasn't exactly subtle, we looked hot but we looked like hot pornstarswith one thing on our minds. One problem, though, was pretty obvious inthe mirror. The tight latex dresses showed off every curve of our bodiesincluding the growing bulges beneath our.