The roof had partially collapsed and glass was lying in tiny shards all around her. It crunched under her shoes as she moved. A man and woman were hal... lying, where they had leaned toward each other at the last second. They said they were all right.She darted around that car and saw that others were helping people out of the second car.A moaning cry came from the blue car that had caused all this.Lacey ran around to the driver's side and looked in. With the roof partially crushed, it was dark. Her name is Kristen. I've never been able to quite build up enough courage to go and ask her out, obviously being afraid of rejection. Every night while laying in bed I'd close my eyes and remember Kristen's beautiful face, nice breasts and firm looking ass. All the while feeling my cock harden. Naturally I reach down and stroke it while these images run through my mind. I imagine what her breasts must look like without a shirt and bra on. I began to stroke faster. Taking her nipples into my. One face kept coming in front of her inner eye, Mike who had been the first to see her potential, given her the first few jobs and opened up the world she now lived in, a world and a man her parents had always warned her about. Over time Mike had passed every stage between love and hate and they no longer talked, but if there was one thing she remembered him by it was how well he had been able to clear her mind with his fingers and dick, even with whispers to her ear or presents and memories no. Rebecca struggled like crazy, but I held her firmly, at the same time I enjoyed the feel of her body rubbing on mine, especially the sliding of her backside on my hard cock, over her shoulder I watched my brother strip then reach out to fondle her tits. After a few minutes Peter looked at me and nodded, quickly I turned my sister around, Peter grabbed her arms again and pulled her tightly to him, I moved close to Rebecca, put my hands on either side of her head and held it still."Andy..." she.