. really slippery. When I realized that I was supposed to make a sharp left it was too late.I’ll admit I tried ... maybe I shouldn’t have ... but ...urvival took over even if it was too late.On first graze the frame, engine and running gear slicked off like someone was cutting butter with a hot knife. The under cart went under the van body and stopped on the boulder but the body kept going.Knock knockety knock“Mom! The Sheriff is here.”“I’m right in the middle of this seam. Whats he want?”“He. The cuck K was never going to get to fuck her, that was never the plan, slut Ann had left him chatting to his mates in the bar. She slipped her dress from her shoulders and stood naked at the foot of the bed. The next bit was easy; slut Fay picked up the banding machine from its hiding place under the bed and it was already fitted with a thick green band.I played with his cock and balls, teasing him stretching them out. When they were well stretched I grasped the ‘neck’ of his sack in my. ....Aghhhhhhhh, I pulled my cheeks hard, fitting the pain, and tears ran down my face, as I felt my skin tear, and the burning feeling that washed over my body. Then it became so slippery, and I could hear the wetness, was it mine? I taught so. He was humping me so fast, and grinding into me. grunting and calling me names that I only heard my father call that negro woman that rents the shack by the stream, when she is delivering eggs in the barn. then as he starts to grunt harder, he pulls. " Really! What did he say?" You're going to have to ask him, or wait and see, Erin. It's not my place to talk about things like that. None of us discuss our love lives with anyone outside our group." Not even the guys?" None of us. It's nobody's business what we do with each other or together." Erin looked shocked. "None of us are shy around each other. If you hang around with us, you'll learn; just don't be surprised at what you see or hear, and don't ever tell anyone." I won't, Jenny, I.