John drew a slow, deep breath and leaned in and over her, pressing his hand against the door just above and to their right of her head. “Like eating... ice cream?”“It’s a hot night and I earned this,” Sienna said, knowing full well she hadn’t actually paid for the confection, yet. She was growing anxious, revealed by a barely perceptible shake in her knees and a restless shift in her hips. Eyes locked on his, she attempted another sampling of her ice cream only for John to clutch her by the wrist. The glass dropped smoothly. O'Donnell grasped the Glock in his left hand and nudged it out the open window. Using the gun wasn't as exciting as shoving her off the road using the Jeep, but it would have to do. She couldn't be allowed to make it back to town."Goddammit! I wish I was British right about now," Liv clutched the Steyr in her left hand. "In Britain I could shoot out the window with my right arm, and drive with my left. Not the busted ass way I have to do it now." Liv was an excellent. One night we had a few beers and John stayed over at my flat. It was a small flat and I just had the one double bed. We were remembering a couple of old girlfriends a year or so ago. We had both moved on but he was talking about his last date. She wouldn’t have sex with him but he said he was lying on top of her moving and sort of dry humping her until he came in his pants. He said that remembering this now was making him hard and I told him I was touching myself as i felt him moving about and. She carried this on for about 5 minutes, constantly teasing with her loins. Finally some rest bite came when she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I was pleased that she had gone; my cock was beginning to get really painful all squashed up against her knickers. My relief was short lived as Eleanor came back and jumped straight back on my lap. She had returned with a rubber. Those sex ed classes must have started to sink in. “Daddy, I need this. I love you so much and I want you to be my.