The car is a most lethal weapon of mass destruction and nothing is being done about this carnage. Sorry, I’m just so angry. He was only 42. I was sh...cked when I saw Allan’s son at the funeral service. I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a ringer for his dad. Is it me, or are kids maturing much more quickly these days? I must be getting old. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid. The sex was vanilla but lush as the to-die-for models mated before the lens. Jen thought they might be in a real relationship because they seemed so emotionally in touch with each other during their intimacy.Jen’s charges were already horny in their running shorts and t-shirts when the final movie started. For the kinky culmination of the afternoon’s porn festival, Jen found an especially illicit video on the Dark Web. It was footage of a real incest family as mom helped dad deflower their. The door closed with that sound that only really expensive cars can make. I wondered if there was a research and development department devoted to ensuring that the doors of expensive cars didn't make the same sound as cheaper models. I held out my hand to Serena and stroked her arm. She smiled at me, grateful for the contact. The car started away, I gave the chauffeuse full marks; the only way that I could tell that we were moving was the fact that the scenery outside the window was in motion. He just wanted his tongue on her, and she wanted nothing less. She felt the thrusts of his cock and the pull of her muscles as her very body was being ripped apart by the feelings coursing through it. She felt an orgasm building, one far more powerful than the one before had promised to be.Her back arched involuntarily as she continued to slide her cunt on his shaft, and a guttural moan was rent from her lips as she felt him groan and shoot his warm jizz deep within her. She felt him collapse.