Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... nearly knocked me over one time when I was out jogging.” “Troublesome huh? I got it.” Conrad replied. He slinked out of his door, and slowly sauntered around the front end of the Chevy. The black haired photographer didn’t even take notice of the approaching man as he rapidly fired off pictures of Hilary as she tried blocking her face with her hands. He called for her to look at him, and he even knocked on her windows to try and get her to look. By the time he took note of Lone, the tall solemn man was inches away. “Nice camera.” He remarked calmly. The older man shot a confused look at the towering figure, but didn’t really know how else to react. Conrad’s arm snapped out, and he instantly gripped the man by the throat, quickly choking him, as he slowly raised him off the ground with one arm. “From now on. You don’t come any where near Hilary. I see you any less than twenty yards, and I’m going to come at you. And you really don’t want that.” He grabbed the man’s camera with his free hand, and yanked it off the strap he had it dangling around his neck with. He shoved the man back, sending him falling to the ground. He turned away slightly, and dropped kicked the expensive black camera, sending it flying into the air, and finally crashing to the ground, shattering into dozens of pieces. Conrad turned back around, and strolled casually back to his door. He climbed back in, and looked over at the stunned Hilary, as she gazed at him absolutely bewildered at what he had just ...

... done. “Drive. Before he gets up, and pulls out some disposable piece of shit.” Hilary laughed, and put the Blazer into gear, racing out of the parking lot. “That was nuts!” Hilary exclaimed. She looked over at Lone as he casually slipped his seat belt on, and sat back casually as if nothing had just happened. “Aren’t you afraid of him suing you? Or pressing charges?” Lone shrugged. “Not at all?” He shook his head. “That is crazy.” Hilary talked most of the ride back. Conrad stared at her shapely profile a few times as they rode through the city, but as usual, never talked much without turning it back onto her. She had a soft voice, and an eager laugh that seemed like an over grown giggle, and it was easy for him to listen to her. Hilary parked in front of her house, and turned the engine off. She looked over at the young man who had put his hand on the door to leave, only to turn back to her curiously. “Thank you.” She softly said. Lone stayed quiet for a little while, then simply climbed out of the truck, and headed for the front door. Hilary felt embarrassment roll over her again, and she eventually followed after him. She stormed up to him, fumbling with her keys, only to watch him open her door. The son of a bitch had picked her locks. He stepped into the front entry way, and reached out for the security pad. He held his hands over the glowing keys for a moment, then quickly hit the first two numbers, pausing for a moment before hitting another two. The last two came after ...