Mrs. Johnson pointed to the article. There was a picture of traffic backed up and also one of a car with it’s roof torn completely off. I started re...ding it. The accident had started as a chair reaction accident in the southbound lane. There was a bend in the road a little to the north of where it had happened and a truck had come around too fast and couldn’t stop in time. He slammed into a car that was stopped but instead of pushing it into the car that was in front of it, it had gotten pushed. "He was going crazy. Losing his mind. Rob turned on his computer and started writing, started writing everything he knew about Rob, his full name, Robert John Dormer. His education. His job. His friends. What he did last week. Where he lived. What music he liked. What food he ate.Tears streamed down his cheeks as Rob poured his heart out onto his computer. After four hours of writing, he e-mailed the document to his home computer. Then Rob sent an e-mail to his boss, begging for a week of. Since of the two of us, he was the only one with a license and a car, he would be the one driving us home from school on a drizzly Friday afternoon. We had barely exited the school’s parking lot when he had turned the conversation in an awkward direction, “So, have a girlfriend?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. I was surprised at the sudden interest in my love life, of which I had none, so I answered, “Nah, man. Most of the girls here are whores and sluts anyway.” “I feel the same. Her hand started to play with my balls, a thumb and finger gently massaging my stones. A slow twist of her hand around my cock and she began to wank me in to her mouth, then I started to face fuck her slowly. Her hand fell away letting more cock enter her mouth.Betty now sat there holding her tits out, letting my balls rub against them as a wet sloppy noise came from her lips, a frothy pre cum covering her lips as I slid in and out. She pulled back off my cock, catching it between her tits and.