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Rear Ended by loyalsock
Date: 10/22/2016, Categories: Anal Hardcore Author: loyalsock
BAM! My van lurched forward with jarring impact. "What the fuck!" I uttered. Putting my service van into park, I stepped out of the vehicle angrily to assess the damage. Behind me was a white Lexus SUV, its bumper and grill crumpled from the impact. The ladder on the back of my van was pushed into the doors, both of which were concave. My rear bumper seemed to have taken most of the impact. I looked up at the driver and stared into a pair of large, circular dark lenses. Behind the sunglasses was a faux-tan face, its made-up lips twisted into an 'o' of surprise or horror. I'm a big man. I stand 6'6" and weigh 260. Most of it is muscle, although I'm not in as good shape as I used to be. I flicked my cigarette onto the ground and squashed it. This Lexus-driving bimbo had just made my day a lot less convenient. I tried to control my anger as I approached the driver's side. She had the window down already. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she blustered. "I just took my eyes off the road for a second, I swear!" Yeah, sure, just a second. Bet she was texting. Vehicles were honking around us. I scowled around. Rush hour traffic to boot. Nice timing, dim-wit. Her vehicle was still running. The damage seemed minor. I snapped a couple of quick pictures with my cell phone. "Follow me into the parking lot," I growled and gestured. "Ok! Ok! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she apologized again. I put my van into drive and turned into the parking lot. ...
... She followed. Parking my vehicle, I got back out to reassess the damage and exchange information. I muttered under my breath. I really didn't have time for this. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she repeated again, sheepishly as she exited her vehicle. She looked to be about 29, wavy blond long hair, and a reasonably thin figure except for her big ass. She was dressed expensively. Lots of bling too. Betcha she didn't have the brains to add two and two. "Please, please, I'm sorry!" she pleaded with a pout on her lips, waving her arms around apprehensively. "This is all my fault, please, we can't go through insurance! If my husband finds out about this, he'll kill me!" I snorted. "Look, honey, that's not up to me. If there's more than $1500 worth of damage, I've gotta report it. And it'll take more than that to fix your grill." "Please, please," she begged. "You don't understand! My husband's already pissed at me! I spent too much on shopping last week! I forgot about his big party and showed up late. And I didn't get my hair cut right last time! Please, you have no idea!" Hoo boy. This lady had problems. I wasn't going to begin to try to get to the root of her issues. "Well, I'm real sorry about all that," I said with an edge of sarcasm, "But I've gotta get my van fixed. Let's exchange info and get the hell out of here, shall we?" "Oh, please!" she almost sobbed again. "I've got cash! A lot of it!" She ...