"I had hoped to talk with the police when they arrived, but they came and went so fast that I didn't have a chance. I have the license plate number fo... you right here. Do you have a pencil?"Harris grinned broadly into the phone. "Yes ma'am, I do. Can I assume this is the license plate of a car you saw at the scene, where Medic One came to help the young girl?" Yes, it is. The number is AVK375." Thank you, Ms. Wilson," said Harris sincerely, "this is a big help. Now, can you tell me what you saw. It sounded so ridiculous and had them giggling helplessly, unable to continue momentarily. The tension broke of trying to be careful, they returned to each other’s bodies with an abandon. The ice was broken with the laughter and now it was business in earnest. Alan shifted position, turning and breaking the umbilical connection of cock and mouth to kiss her lips and take her breasts in his hands. He sucked her lower lips between his teeth and gentle bit down on it as she writhed under. He is liking this concept more and more. He only wishes he could make it longer. What if he adds another story in it? Something in the middle to connect the two already existing parts. Jeremy continues thinking as the drive back home becomes a journey of composing a story. Ideas begin to stream from him mind. He tries to pick out one he likes. Succeeding, Jeremy now has the idea of a part of the short story with a guy waking up from a nightmare. Perfect, he thinks. Experiencing Hell, a guy. By the third one, Kelly, without opening her eyes, said, "it's about fucking time you took advantage of the opportunity. I've been laying here for over an hour and almost fell asleep."The men laughed at being the ones caught by surprise. "Well so much for the element of surprise, Chance. Looks like she has us right where she wants us." Yeah, nothing we can do but fuck her brains out, Jack." With that, they started pounding her ass and pussy, driving in and pulling out, leaving her empty, then.