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Not that my house was anything to be embarrassed of, I think I was more concerned that she might see me turn, follow me down the driveway, and confront me about my staring. If I'm honest, the real concern was what I might let myself do to her if she did confront me. Lost in thoughts about those perfectly bronzed legs wrapped around my head, I hadn't noticed that not only had a truck closed the distance between us, but Hardcore Sex that I was about to blow right past my driveway. I stomped on the brakes, only then seeing the headlights in my rearview mirror. I heard the squeal of rubber and a metallic crunch as my truck rocked forward slightly. I tried to slow my racing heart. The accident had rattled me a little, and I knew that, slamming on my brakes like that, I owned at least a share of fault for the accident. I had no intention of telling the other driver I had nearly missed my own house because I was busy fantasizing about a girl half my age. 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