We reached in the garage and mechanic check the car and he told that the car will not repair today it will till next day.She is nervous now. I said do...’t worry I will drop u at your home.She said, ok but the how will I take my car tomorrow.I said, I will help you to take your car back from garageNow she was looking some relax.Now we r going to her home and I m driving and we are continuously taking. Now she is openly taking to me. And I asked to her in between driving do have any boy friend. ”Marsha recounted the weekend. Jan asked her for more detail when she was tempted to gloss over specifics. Jake suppressed her fear, shame, and anger when they became strong enough to interfere with her narrative.Mrs. Schaff was shocked and mystified by the story. She didn’t know what to make of the way the attacker had been able to manipulate Marsha’s emotions. Jake finally installed a control in her to make her overlook the fantastical aspects of Marsha’s account.After half an hour, Marsha. “Fuck her hard, remember, or this goes in further,” a voice from behind me said. I was partly afraid, partly intrigued, but I fucked Jenny as hard as I could until her second orgasm shot through her. It didn’t seem to matter how hard I fucked Jenny, Melissa’s finger was pushing into my arse anyway. Jenny was loud and to the point of telling both of us that she was about to cum. I too started spurting my load into her pussy on every stroke that brought my wife to a blissful second orgasm. To my. Take off your trousers and let me see.’ I commanded. Erich did as he was told. I turned my back as he shed his trousers and covered himself with the coverlet. When he was ready, I studied the wound. Shrapnel had ripped through his left thigh, leaving a deeply pitted scar. The scar itself was deep, rough, burgundy, and all around it the skin was ruddy and irritated. He watched me anxiously as I gently touched the tips of my fingers to his quadriceps. He flinched as I ran my fingers down the.