They were like two people marooned on a strange island, insulated from the rest of the world in the back seat. The knowledge of their solitude frighte...ed him, and at the same time excited him. Doug could hear her breathing, shallow and rapid, and the almost tentative touch of her fingertips on his thigh."Selma, we can't... the car..." he choked, not knowing what to say. But then, her long fingers crawled excitingly upward and suddenly came into searing contact with the throbbing flesh of his. We start to talk n giggle n relax. it feels so good babe. I stand n u both watch as I put my strap on. it looks amazing, so beautiful n soo hard. "jim. come n play with my strap" jim kneels infront of me n kisses my strap on, licking up n down, taking it fully in his mouth. hes stroking n massaging my thighs, sliding his hands up to my pussy, slipping his fingers inside me, oh fuck. I slap jim away n say "what the fuck are you doing, u know the rules, u useless fucking sub. don't fucking touch.. "NO! NO! It's not possible stop! You're killing me!" Smiling Derrick said, "Like it matters you're dead any way you look at it, so you going to talk?" The woman's face twisted into another mask of rage as she spit at Derrick. "Go to hell you undeserving Republic scum!" "Fine have it your way, oh by the way you will be returned to your soul core. Well in a way all the pain that you feel in death will. Well, enjoy, I will." Derrick told the voice then moved off as the woman's hand produced. " Pointing to the dress that mom was wearing.Even under normal circumstances I would have seen why my sisters were upset with what our mother was wearing. The dress was one that as far back as I could remember she had only worn for Sherri and Shelly's father on the occasions when the two of them would go out on a date and he would return to spend the night in her room. In the past I never gave her clothing a second thought but now having Peter's memories intertwined with mine I understood my.