The driver looked like a young man, and the side of his head was bloody. Martin tried the door, but it was jammed. The window was broken, so he reache... in and fumbled for the seatbelt latch, but couldn’t find it. He could feel the heat of the fire on his right side, and reached into his pocket for his folding knife. He got the knife out, opened it, and slashed at the seatbelt once, then twice, and finally felt it snap free. The truck was leaning to the right, and the minute the belt was. I couldn't believe my ears and suggestedthat we could go to my place in Chelsea."Well I'd like that," she started, "but I don't believe in the wholesex before marriage thing." Well we could get married one day," I mused."Really, is like that?" she said as she began rubbing my thigh."If only we lived in Las Vegas we could get married right now," Ijoked.She sat up. "That's a great idea there must be a registry office orsomething in London." Yeah, but..." I started but then I realised there was. His lover, Mattheau was out of town on business and was expected back tomorrow afternoon. He missed Mattheau a great deal.Mattheau and George had met a little over a year ago. Staring at himself in the brightly lit tavern window, George was still not sure what Matt saw in him. From the blazing neon glare was reflected the image of a short, overweight, fifty year old accountant, with thinning grey hair. Whatever it was he hoped it would last for while. With a forlorn sigh George pushed open the. She was breathing heavily, and they sat like that for several moments as they caught their breath.Mickey stared at her, feeling shocked and satisfied. She started to giggle. "Told you there was more cum in there."He laughed. "Yeh, and you got it out of me." He shook his head, but smiled. "I...I can't believe you just did that."Amy grinned, then winced as she pulled herself of him. He was sure he heard a pop as his cock sprung out of her. He winced himself, and checked his frenum was still.