”“What about hot-wiring?”“The wiring is armored. The ignition cable from the lock is hard wired to the glow coil. I’m not saying you couldn�...�t replace it. But I didn’t want to destroy the firewall to do it.”You guys keep out of this.“Back off ... I need to get going.”I turned the key, pushed the glow button, set the throttle and waited. The glow light went out. I stepped on the floorboard starter button ... errr ... putt putt. I set the hand brake got out, shut the hood by sliding the support. Then the silent woman at my side exploded with joy! ‘They screwed up! They didn’t get us! They can’t prove we did anything!’ She bounced up and down on the bed like a teenager and then hugged me. The television clicked back to a news report. Fred Francis of NBC blabbed on about something. ======= ‘Uh, oh!’ Voiced Sophia. ‘After watching a video like that, did she just keep it sisterly?’ I paused, took a deep breath, and then resumed my story. ‘You can imagine for yourself, I’m sure, but I’ll. We'd all gone in for a pee and to wash our hands; the place was bedlam, and we were very glad that Mum had bothered to pack a picnic lunch; the queue outside the 'restaurant' was not moving very quickly at all. She'd also filled the two tartan Thermos pint flasks with coffee, and we shared the plastic cups.We had to wait quite a while at the petrol station before a pump became free; Dad muttered darkly about the captive market when he saw the price per gallon, and he most certainly didn't fill. She collapsed on top of John with a yelp as her orgasm coursed through her like wildfire. John held her tight and pumped in and out of her, emptying his cum into her drenched pussy. From inside her ass, I could feel him tense as he shot spurt after spurt into my wife. She was now just too damn tight on my cock, so I yanked myself out and stroked quickly, feeling the familiar pangs of my orgasm approaching. I remember roaring, calling out, as my first shot of cum went straight up her asshole.