I said, "Well shit, what the hell is going on?" So I quickly pull over to the side of the freeway noticing the rest of the convoy doing the same thing..., thinking to myself, "God do I feel stupid holding up the damn convoy."Getting out of the car, I walked back to the lead Humvee to talk to Captain Rigs who was leading the convoy.Rigs got out of the car. "What the hell is going on?" I'm not sure. My car just gave out on me and my radios are dead — both of them," I said."Well you're not the only. . I mean it must have dropped into the mid teens by now. It took about 40 minuets to get home because it the roads were really getting slick. We manged to make it with no problem except for the one light I just could not stop for. We were lucky there was no other traffic out. Leslie helped me take the groceries inside and put them up as we didn't see Dawn or the other two girls. I just guessed that they were in the sewing room looking at things. Well they were "looking at things" but not in. He moaned at how good it felt to enter her. He gripped her hips and pushed himself deep inside her again. As he fucked her he watched Emma gasp to catch her breath and push forward to feel him. It turned him on to see how much he had overwhelmed her. John thrust harder and faster into her and felt Emma arch her back. Her whole body tensed as she came, he felt her pussy pulsing on his dick as he fucked her. He bit down on her shoulder and felt her cum cover his balls and thighs as he moved in. But I don’t have interest to go. Because of their scolding I finally accepted to go with her with a condition. The condition is I will be back within 30 minuets if she takes much time to bathe. After 10 minutes of walking we reached her home. She unlocked the home and went inside. I followed her. She locked the main door, which was backside of me. She ordered me to sit in the hall and then went to bathroom to take bath. My uncle has owned a bookshop. So, her home consists lot of books. As I.