Michelle crawled onto the pile and lay down on her back, finding the hoses to be strangely comfortable. She relaxed and began to fantasize... Voices b...rought her out of her dream. "Go check the truck, and I'll go clean out the ambulance," said a voice she didn't recognize. "OK, I'll get right on it," came the response. That voice she DID recognize. It was Stan, and he was coming to the fire truck where she lay dreaming. She heard footsteps approaching the truck, then the sound of one of the. She came back in the room about aminute later with a bathrobe on and a wash cloth, towel, and a couple of beers. She used the wash cloth to wipe my face, chin, and chest. She looked a little embarrased, then said she was sorry for acting like that, she didn't know what had come over her that she normally wasn't 'like that'. All I could think was shit, this means I am supposed to get dressed and go home now.I said it was OK, and started to get up. I still had a hard cock, but figured if. She crooned something wordless, a smile all across her face.He had a thought, and chuckled."What's so funny?" she asked."We haven't been introduced, and yet here we are."She laughed softly, her channel squeezing him. "Yeah, we should be introduced." She held out her hand. "I'm Shannon McLean."He shook her hand. "I'm Jared Shelbourne." They both laughed."This seems silly," she said. "You've got your cock in me, and here we are, shaking hands."He braced himself over her. "It feels better than a. But these people won't let me drive to the store so I guess I might as well sell it. Hand me that book on the table there, Jillian."There was a leather bound book with JOURNAL carved in the leather. I gave it to her."Thanks. Where do I sign, Jonny?"He leaned over and pointed to the line. Her handwriting was very tight, as if she was tensing up as she wrote."You'll take care of writing down the milage and sending in this other form to the DMV, right? I'd hate to have them come after me a year.