He drove to his house and parked in the driveway. He then got out and walked around to open the door for her. Did you want me to drop you off somewher...e, he asked. No, no Ill run home. She replied. Do you have to go right away, Id love to show you the house, he asked? She looked at him and at the direction she needed to go and thought about it. She didnt want the rush of this to end. No I can stay longer, she replied. Great he said, then lets get the grand tour, he said and walked towards the. He pulled Helen back into the car, her head was resting on the bonnet. He tilted her back into her seat then nearly vomited, her head had almost been severed, the hard edge of the bonnet had sliced through her windpipe, right down to her spine, she must have died instantly. He looked up, he could see the driver of the lorry stumble from his cab and stagger towards them. He quickly crawled over his wife and dragged her into the driver’s seat, pain shot through his broken fingers as he took her. He dropped the rock to the right of her head, just missing her but causing her to scream."Almost time," he said. "Just give me a minute to prepare." It had been months since his last snuff, and Bruce's cock was so starved that it recovered quickly from its first excursion. He stroked it, slapped it against the girl's face, and soon he was ready to go. He got off of the girl and slid his hands between her legs. She started to squirm and clench her legs together, but it was no use. Taking a hold. And about yourself too." She turned to Marie. "Marie, go ask the young lady for another glass of water." Without a word, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the room toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the tiny half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides. "She's going crazy, can you tell?" Lora asked, looking John in the eyes. "Something is going on," he said, his voice hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid. "That outfit looks warm, doesn't it?" John.