She had her legs closed, trying to keep me from seeing her and as she manoeuvred with Claire’s guidance, she looked at the ground. She didn’t look...at me once. Until she saw my cock at least. Then she couldn’t take her eyes off it. That familiar “rabbit in the headlights” look came across her face in an instant. Claire took her by the shoulders “that’s it, lay back against me. Open your legs for him” Abby slowly laid back but she didn’t open her legs. Her gaze was fixed on my cock. Claire. I am tangled up in the airbags that all had deployed in the car.I feel around, try to sense if I'm bleeding or if I have pain. Am I, for sure, conscious? I have no pain, but I'm aware that sometimes trauma is not immediately noticeable. I know that I need to get out of this car right away; because I can smell electrical smoke and that might ignite into a gasoline fire, which would roast me for sure.The hood is smashed up and in the way of a frontal exit, so I scramble towards the back seat and. She usually did not wearlipstick and certainly nothing as bold as the bright, fire engine redlipstick that now covered her lush lips."Do you like the color?" asked Rosa as she looked into Terry's eyes in themirror and then began to smear the red lipstick across her own mouth. "Ithink it looks great on you. I just love this color."Terry just nodded her head in agreement as she watched Rosa apply the redcolor onto her thick lips until they were just as bright as her own."And now the finishing. Well I drove out of theparking lot and made my way towards my place, and then Ithought while I am at it why don't I stop and have a drinkon my way home.So I did, I pulled into my favorite local gay bar, parked,and went in. Not too crowded on a Wednesday afternoon. Iwent to the bar and ordered a banana daiquiri. I took mydrink and went and sat down. I was twirling my straw in thefrozen concoction, when this guy, Tom, walked up and askedif he could sit down. He was probably a little better.