Accelerator. Brake. She wiggled the steering a bit. Where did the key go? It wasn’t really a key, more a weirdly shaped little remote control. There... that slot matched. It went in and the dials lit up. Now what?Out of the corner of her eye she saw a group of people come into the garage! Ordinary people, not taking any notice but they certainly would do if any shooting began. She had the time, until they got in their car and drove off, to get this car started and drive off along with them. What. You prolly swallowed a lot of his cum, LOL.JOSH: Ewww! I’m gonna be sick now!NICOLE: That was almost a week ago. If it didn’t make you sick by now, it’s not gonna.JOSH: I’m still gonna be sick.NICOLE: You’ll get over it, stud.NICOLE: Oh, and sorry about running off with my BF after we made out.JOSH: Yeah, well, if it wasn’t for Amanda, I’d be really pissed at you for that! You could have at least let me out of that damn chair when you left with your BF!NICOLE: We were planning on coming right. " Sorry..." he muttered, fumbling with the controller as he tried to put it away."Just give me the fucking letter." She growled, her face screwed up into an expression Marcus didn't recognise."Sure... sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He got up, bringing it back from the kitchen and turning the light on as he came. She tore it open, hurriedly scanning through the contents, then settled a little, resting her hands in her lap and trying hard to hold back the tears."Did you want the rest of that. At such suggestion I feel my length unfurl against my leg inside my trousers. I am sure my protusion is writ large for all to see, and indeed she openly casts an involuntary glance down. I don't think she was consciously aware of biting her bottom lip for that brief assessment, but, catching herself, she blushed in acknowledgement and continued scanning groceries.I consider myself average in terms of looks, yet she was evidently flustered, and the shy smile spreading across her lips.