Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... Again the house was dead silent. She figured it would be a good time to sneak by. She quickly walked out of her house, and climbed into her Jeep, in a few minutes she was on a main road headed for her agent’s office. The light was green. Two cars in front of Duff’s black Jeep rolled through the intersection, and she carefully followed them. The mini van was coming in the opposite direction, and she watched it suddenly turn sharply, and start racing back toward her. She watched it curiously, and a growing feeling of dread filled her as she watched it race towards her. It skimmed by her, and she heard the two vehicles rub together as it cut across in front of her. She let out a scream, and jerked hard on the steering wheel. The car suddenly came to stop, and she was slammed into the steering wheel. The van hesitated for a second, and then raced off. A cop came up to Hilary first, and helped her out of the car. He helped her to sit on the curb, and quickly checked her eyes to make sure things seemed normal. She wondered if he actually knew what he was doing, but she did it anyway. The two officers quickly were on their car radio calling in the accident, and it didn’t take long for more photo hounds to show up. Hilary sat curled up on the sidewalk, holding her face in her hands. Slamming into the steering wheel had left her upper body sore, and her forearms were hard to move since they had taken the blunt of the f***e. One of the cops took her statement, while another car pulled ...

... up, and they surveyed the damaged Jeep. Hilary’s mind swirled around, then she looked up to see him. He pushed his way through the crowd as if they were hardly even there. He didn’t run across the street at her, but he didn’t waste a lot of time with his powerful strides either. He didn’t say anything, until he was up in front of her. He had pushed his way passed two cops, and they were rushing to keep the stranger away from the young shaken up celebrity, but she waived them off telling them he was okay. “Fuck Hilary. What the hell?” “I’m okay.” She announced. She felt him grab her shoulders, and lightly brush her hair. He felt like he was healing her of some strange disease, and a great sense of calm was over coming her quickly. How the fuck did he do this? It took months for her longest relationships to make her feel so secure at their touch, and even then it wasn’t as complete as his. “I’m okay. Just… Shaken up. God I’m such a wuss.” “Fuck it.” He replied. Mackenzie looked over at a photographer that was circling around her. Extra police had shown up to try and keep the crowd at bay, but the paparazzi had slipped through, but they stayed away so the cops ignored them mostly. “Dude. I will fucking make you taste that camera if you don’t back the fuck off! And it ain’t gonna enter your mouth.” He snapped. The young pony tailed photographer suddenly went pale, and froze for a moment. “Three…..” Mackenzie started counting, staring directly into the man’s face. “Two.” Before he ...