Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... said one, he rose upright, and the man’s size seemed to finally register with the hovering man who was hardly a few feet from the distraught woman. He suddenly jumped back, and frantically opened the gap. Conrad looked back down at Hilary holding out his hand. “Come on. I got us a car.” He turned to one of the cops. “A unit from C.J Macklin auto works is going to be here in about two minutes. They’re going to take the Jeep.” He explained. The cop nodded. Getting the actress/singer off the public street would help with crowd control, and that would help the cops to wrap things up and get traffic back to normal. Mackenzie wrapped his arm around Hilary, and held her close to him, as they walked across the intersection, and headed for the crowd where Conrad had come through, the crowd slowly opening up as the two approached. Reporters, and camera men were yelling out questions about the tall broad shouldered man’s identity, but the two of them just ploughed through without paying any attention. “Geez Hil. If you didn’t like the phone company, that’s your choice, but did you really think your plastic Jeep was going to knock the pole down?” Conrad joked. Hilary had to let out a laugh. “Shut up.” “Can I give them a clue?” He asked as the news hounds continued to circle, and call for information. Duff shrugged. “I think the rumours are already on the g****vine.” She grumbled. Mackenzie kissed the woman’s cheek. If it was possible, the subtle kiss seemed to send the cameras into ...

... overdrive, and the electric sound of shutters seemed to increase suddenly before the brief peck was even over. The tiny yellow cab sat idling just down the block, it’s nose poking down into an alleyway. Conrad opened the door and Hilary climbed in. Mackenzie walked around to the other side, and climbed in. The car didn’t waste much time before it shot off, and headed down the narrow alley. People ran behind it trying to snap candid shots of the couple in the back seat, but the yellow cab crossed an intersecting alley, and a large bed truck rolled into the middle, blocking the way for the people on foot. Hilary looked out the back window, then turned to Conrad. “Did you do that?” “Fuckin’ hate that shit.” He grumbled. He had slipped across, and was holding the beautiful girl close again, and again all her troubles were gone. “Are we going home? Or hospital?” “Umm…. Home. I think I’m just shook up.” She stated. Conrad gave the address to the driver, as Hilary rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. Hilary shot up to the sound of her phone ringing incessantly. She grabbed it off the night stand which had been knocked over the night before, and answered it. “What?” She asked. IT had scared the hell out of her, and she was just running on impulses. “Fuck Hilary! Are you okay? I just heard you crashed your Jeep!” Hilary rubbed her head. It was throbbing slightly, but her arms were a bit better than before. Her room was dark. She wondered how long she had been sl**ping. ...