John pressed down lightly on the brakes, but this time there was no feeling of resistance. The pedal went all the way to the floor with a thud. The Es...cort rolled faster and faster down the hill. John shouted with wordless fear and his tires squealed as he took a sharp turn. There was another turn before the bottom of the hollow, and John knew he wasn't going to make it.John desperately grabbed the emergency brake and yanked it. The car shuddered and skidded across the road. The rear end began. It was like she was some kind of needy child, mixed with a total fuck whore and a mean bitch.I said fuck it after a few minutes (literally I guess) and fucked her until she came again, and then I just focused on cumming. The second time made my balls hurt.Then I pried myself loose.I got up, grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower. Then I thought to myself, Fuck it, go home fuckin' moron. Get out of here.I started putting on my smelly clothes. I remember my departure so well because it got. I can feel the years peeling off as I say that.”“You know what I mean. So, where are we going?”“We are just going to walk in the summer sunlight and see the beauty of Culverin Hill. Like I said, this is the ancestral homeland. This is where the Culverins got started in America. Don’t you want to see what that’s like?” Jack led the way through the dew-wet grass. After a few minutes, he stopped at the side of a large pond. It was overgrown with weeds, and a rotten wood dock went from the shore to. ” I shyly replied “Am I your slutty Barbie Doll.” Peter smiled “We'll see.” I love the way he makes me feel; like a nice girl when we're hanging out, and like a total whore when we're having sex. He helped me up off the ground and brushed off my skirt. He took me to lunch so I could get rid of the taste in my mouth and so he could get ready for round two. After lunch we walked a few more blocks to a d**g store where we found condoms and lubricant. Peter grabbed me by the arm and walked me.