I was in the right place at the right time. I had walked this route every morning for the last year. This morning was no different for me that every other morning, but a problem changed my life forever.
The truck was careening down the hill quickly. The 8 year old was riding her bike in the street, unaware that there was a problem. But the mother saw it, but was frozen in fear, screaming. With no time to spare, without thought for myself, I ran into the street and grabbed the girl off her bike just in time.
I handed the little girl to her mother and told her to call 9-1-1. I ran after the truck, which had crashed into some parked cars and stopped. The truck driver was stunned but unhurt. He said he had some type of a seizure blackout.
Within a minute the police and ambulance appeared. I gave my statement to the police, then walked with the officer to the house where the mother and girl lived. The mother hugged me and then thanked me profusely for saving the life of her daughter. The officer told me I would probably receive a citation from the Mayor for heroism. I declined, saying that I wasn't hero material.
(The truck driver was treated at the scene, and arrested. After to confessing that he had missed his medication that morning, he spent the next 5 years in jail, and after released was ordered to attend drug rehabilitation.)
While all the commotion was going on, the girl's babysitter showed up. The mother was ending up taking the day off work, and since she was frazzled to take care of her child she asked the babysitter to take her for the day to her house.
After the police left, the mother introduced herself, and told me "My name is Judy."
I introduced myself "My name is Ron."
Judy said "I can't thank you enough for saving my daughter, Her name is Amy." Then Judy invited me inside "Would you like to come in for some coffee?"
I replied "Sure. I could use a cup right now."
While we were drinking our coffees, she told me about herself. "I married my husband when I was 19. I got pregnant on our honeymoon, and Amy was born when I was 20. My husband died 2 years ago at work in an accident. His company is still making payments to me." That would make Julie 28, and I'm 26. She has chestnut-brown hair that goes just to her shoulders. She's 5 feet 6 inches tall, and looks fine at 34B-22-34.
Julie continued talking "About a week after the funeral, some sick bastard saw the funeral announcement in the newspaper, I was raped. At the time I didn't lock the doors. Amy had just left for school, and I was getting ready for work. He just walked in the door, and had a knife. I was in the bedroom finishing getting ready to leave. He snuck up behind me, and put the knife to my throat. He told me 'Be good, and you won't get hurt.' I told him 'I'll be good. Just don't hurt me. I have a young daughter.' I figured he could just get his jollies and leave and he would let me live.
He backed up a little, and told me 'Stand up and strip.' I did as he said. He then had me sit at the edge of the bed. My little nipples got hard. He got undressed and his cock was almost fully hard, and told me to suck. I sucked him really good, and in a few minutes he exploded in my mouth. I had to swallow his cum fast, or I would suffocate. He then told me 'Keep sucking and get me hard again.' I sucked him good again and he was quickly hard.