He went on, “Can the security company man get started on replacing the window, sarge?”“Sorry, no. Not until our forensics people arrive and take...pictures of everything.”“Forensics? Whatever for? It is not like a murder scene.”The sergeant pointed at the Range Rover stuck in the doorway. “This is what we call a car crash, sir. We record such events where a life is or was at risk, and this looks like attempted murder to me.”Reg caved in as gracefully as he could.“Okay, sergeant. I’ll tell him. His jism arched in a long parabola, a creamy jet, flying halfway across the room and splattering on the carpet behind the Alsatian's heaving ass.Tony had been so inspired by seeing Karen taking dog cock that every drop of his cum load spurted out in that single massive jet. He staggered, his legs turning weak, his loins hollow and drained. His spent spunk glistened on the floor, a slimy trail leading from his cockhead almost to the couch. A slender gossamer thread of jism, like a cobweb,. Our intersection drill completed at the next road crossing, we continued, unnoticed as far as we could tell, reaching State Road, and our turn west. We approached the woodlot slowly, pausing perhaps 100 meters from the eastern edge. I whispered to Emily, that we needed another listening stop. We waited what seemed like forever, but was only 20 minutes per my wristwatch, before I motioned her closer, and pointed out our route.“I think we ought to creep north, along the eastern margin of the. Watching through the mirror, Mel slurping away, AK grunting: I was rock hard!AK then proclaimed, "I'm getting ready!" You could tell he was holding Mel's head in place. She was starting to gag in between her moans. "Don't let any get on my pants! I don't want my wife to find any stains". Mel's gasping for air finally returned to moaning. "There, clean as a whistle" she said as she lifted her head up. I drove AK back to his car and dropped him of and let him know I'd keep in touch. Mel started.