I heard the sound of breaking glass, a crash, a scream.....and then silence.When I awoke in the hospital, the doctors insisted that we had been lucky....If my reactions had been a second slower, it was likely that we would both have been killed instantly. In the event, however, I had sustained little more than some cuts and bruises and a fractured arm. Max had fared a little worse; a few cuts and scratches and a concussion caused by her banging her head on the windscreen, but we were told that. Then Jeanette laid down next to me and John got on top of her. He inserted his cock into her once again. They both kissed each other numerous times and wrapped their arms around each other. He began thrusting his cock once again in and out of her. “This is kinky too dad. Did you ever dream that one day your cock would be inside your daughter?” Jeanette asked. “Maybe,” John replied. Then I kissed each of them once. I couldn't believe it really, they were father and daughter having sex with each. "Have you been a driver long, Brian?" For nearly three years now: but I don't just drive, I'm also an extra; I can ride motorbikes and horses ... and I'm killed on a regular basis; sometimes more than once in the same production!" Helena smiled again."And how did you get into the business, Brian?" ... A personal recommendation: someone I knew was a driver and they told their employer about me. They usually use older people, but they needed someone right away, and once I'd started they kept me. "I realize that she's a friend, but..." No, you're right," Mickey agreed, looking away from her friend sadly. "I couldn't ask you to..." She looked back at Mitch. "Poor little Tyler..." Yeah," Mitch nodded. He returned Betty's card and the trio moved away. Betty didn't know whether to be relieved or offended."Ummmm, can I ask you something?" Mickey asked."Okay..." Mitch was a lot more cautions, this time. Mickey's stock had tumbled a bit.Mickey pulled him aside. "Tyler... isn't safe with her. I.