He saw the unshed tears in her eyes and put both arms around her. ‘It’s all in slow motion.’ Her voice caught as Simon rubbed her back. ‘I see... the SUV coming, I try to warn Rachel but I can’t talk, then the cars hit and it feels like we’re flying and flipping for hours.’ She couldn’t stop the tears. ‘I feel like I lay there for days, and it hurts so much. It’s like no one will find us, and we’re all bleeding and Rachel’s crying and . . . .’ She buried her face in Simon’s shoulder and sobbed.. Could his father'sembolism not have been an embolism at all? He shuddered at the thought."I know that this is a big decision for you to make, but I will give you mycard again, and I want you to think long and hard about where yourloyalties lie." Ibrahim turned his back to his nephew, and they neverspoke again until the end of the trip. As they left the plane, Martin'sUncle said to him, "It would be wise for you to consider that we are awareof your hotel stays with that other Lieutenant." . " What's the company?" she asked as she grasped my flaccid cock and started reviving it."Systemic Programming Applications or SPA for short." I groaned as Angel bent down and teased my cockhead with her tongue. "Again?" It's been a long time, loverboy, and you didn't bring me a treat." I sent you the money," I protested."Yeah, but you didn't send me Kristy." She engulfed my half-hardened prick and proceeded to fellate me. Fully erect, I pulled Angela to me and mounted her, easing my cock into. His breathing and the noises he was making made it obvious to me what he was doing to me, the sharp pain I felt on my clitoris as he tore my thong off, the rhythmic slapping noises against my naked buttocks told me clearly he was fucking me, and all I had to do was let him finish, and leave my with his semen.He ran off into the darkness and I did not bother to look in the direction he left in, he had successfully done the dirty deed, and the tell tale feel of his warm semen running down my.