It’s far too dangerous.” Her mood made him feel like he was actually remonstrating with a teenage daughter, just because she didn’t want to travel with her embarrassing old Dad in his work van. She stepped back, her eyes seeming to already be searching out an escape. He bit his lip and glanced into the darkened cab, an idea forming and saving him just in the nick of time. “You... you don’t want this ring after all then?” The mention of it was like electric current through her and she instantly turned back to face him. He sensed distrust in her dull eyes, but he could tell that the idea of reclaiming her precious ring was starting to permeate. The wind whipped about her as she stood there, loud cars roaring past at top speed on the dual carriageway next to them. Perhaps she could run, run all the way to Jake’s, but even if she didn’t get killed on all the roads, or get cumshot lost, would she even find a warm welcome once she got there. She was still petrified of the inside of that van, after everything that had gone on in there recently, but somewhere in her mind, she could feel the presence of Jake’s ring calling to her. She really did want it back desperately and he’d promised he’d give it to her this morning. If she found it, then she could go to Jake’s with it, show him that she’d still got it and that she hadn’t just lost it or thrown it away. He would smile at seeing it, they would kiss, and everything would be ok again. She hesitated for what seemed like an age, looking at Phil and blinking hard. Her better judgment was amateur losing out as images of her and Jake flooded her brain. She hesitated, and then slowly, almost inexorably, she trudged forward, mechanically making her way around to the passenger’s side and getting in. Something troubled her greatly, and she knew deep down that this was wrong. Yet she’d been pulled by some Hardcore invisible force, still trusting that somehow this would help her and Jake be all right together. She sat there, sulking in her seat, like she’d been condemned. "Put your belt on," he said tersely, slamming his own door and now blatantly dropping the subject of the ring. She didn’t move, ignoring him as he did his own up. "I said put your belt on. You won't be safe otherwise." he dumped his heavy jacket in the seat behind him, not needing it any more, neither to keep him warm nor keep her quiet. "Like you care about that," she spat, staying still and turning her head to look out of the window. She was determined not to obey his orders. She spoke again, but kept staring out to the road. At least if she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t have that power over her. "I want the ring now,” she said flatly, refusing to let him avoid the subject altogether. “You said last night I could japanese have it back." Even alluding to the events of yesterday sent a shiver down her spine, but she wasn’t going to come away from this horrible night empty-handed. He was about to push harder for her to do her belt up, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to asian get away with it that easily. She looks down, running her hand through her bushy japanese pubic hair. John felt asian a surge of pride at this accomplishment before realizing what the compliment was about. “Come in, the tea’s cumshot just about ready.” Is that a wedding video?” Dropped onto my knees amateur and started kissing my way up his legs until I reached his pert ass. "Join the party!" I looked up, but all I could see were thick leaves in every direction. “You're my sister.” 1996: The Hardcore Abduction I take Jennifer’s hand and walk her to the bar.