She kept one hand on my wrist as I head hey key her mike and tell dispatch that all was ok, she had the situation under control. Situation? What situa...ion, I was going 63 in a 55mph zone. That’s a situation? I felt her hand come around my waist and start to undo my belt. “Just keep quiet and we will get through this with as little problem as possible” she said. I don’t think I could of came up with anything to say at that point if I wanted to. She undid my belt. She shuddered at the thought of dying like that. Still, it would have been more meaningful than dying in some car wreck. And it was a hell of a lot more fun thinking about going out that way.If she had to die, she wanted to die while she was fucking.Her hand worked feverishly on his prick. The limp hose refused to come back to life. No matter how her dexterous fingers worked, it simply wasn't going to turn magically into the fucking stick she wanted to feel driving between her legs and surging. " I say. "Or ..." I start and then pause. You answer in that annoyed voice when I tease things like that "WHAT ...?". "You two could 69 with either one on top and I would find her pussy to fuck." I suggest. You ask Dahlia, "What do you think?". She answers, "I like licking your pussy, so it does sound like fun". "Ok", you agree "But when you get closer, I want you to stop licking my pussy and just enjoy the fucking. You have done a lot here today so you should have something done just. Situated between two tall pines and almost hidden by thick under brush was an old log cabin. The door was pretty sturdy, but not locked so I pushed it open and we swept inside. The cabin smelled musty, but dry with one small window at the rear that hadn,t been broken out which was surprising considering all the graffiti written on the walls including “Gary Fucked Sally!” With a crude drawing of a woman sitting on a giant cock and the date 21/07/67 scrawled below that. The other graffiti was.