I heard sirens in the background. She had done this before. ‘Are you setting me up?’ I asked. Maybe some kind of insurance scam. More rolled eyes... as she pulled her license from her purse. ‘Look,’ she stalled, letting her arms drop to her sides, ‘if this is my fault, I’ll lose my license for six months or worse, and my insurance will likely drop me. If it’s yours, I live to drive another day.’ She shrugged her shoulders. Accidents were not new to her. The sirens were getting closer. ‘They are. I’m going to tell you everything you want to know and explain what all I can do. And then we’re going to see if we can work out how to break your dependence on my smile.”They all flinched again at that, but just like last time, they didn’t dare disagree even though they were convinced it wouldn’t work.I told them about the golden girl dance Joey and I had worked out. Bonnie kept interrupting with her astonished claims of remembering something I had just described, and even though Rachael had. She couldn't help but squeeze her ass cheeks together, to try to close her exposure, but it had the opposite affect, it reminded her that an eighteen-year-old cock was thrusting itself against the lips of her wet pussy. Terri felt what she thought was an answering thrust from Rick's prick to her movement.Why that little brat, she thought, he is coming on to me by flexing his cock against me. But instead of getting angry, she actually responded by again pushing against his rising rod. Minutes. * * * * * * *Barbara and Michael Tillbrook looked down at the sleeping girl. She looked so small in her hospital bed, like a little angel with her cute face framed by her soft and golden hair. Michael held his wife's hand softly, stroking her palm with his fingers in a vain attempt to soothe her."I still find it hard to believe what's happened to us" he said, broken-hearted. "It took us six years before you could conceive, and when you finally had our child it was like a gift from God to us.