She wasn't going far and wouldn't be out late. This usually meant she would fuck someone in the bar bathroom or out on the outdoor patio. A few drin...s, a quickie or two and she would be back. Off she went. I stayed home and thought of eating used pussy and tasting ass lube. I tried to not think of sex, I refused to do anything pornographic. I wanted to save up the anticipation, it made for a great release later on. Although, it could be a gamble. If she said no, I would sometimes push. I slowly worked my way up to Helens tits with my tounge then lifted Helens legs over my shoulders then Simon took hold of my cock and guided it into Helens pussy. I was slowly fucking Helen when Simon moved behind me and started to run his hands up and down my back then slowly down my back to my arse cheeks he carried on doing this for a few more mins,I could feel Helen’s pussy gripping my cock while Simon was massaging my back then I felt Simon’s fingers rubbing around my arsehole,my fucking. I can't keep up with the saline. I'm pretty sure the bullet got one of the big vessels.As I was pulling the cart through the sliding doors, Anita focused on my face and smiled weakly. We slid her off the gurney onto the table in Room 1 and the nurses began cutting her clothes off as I started my assessment. Marty Bateman, the chief surgical resident rushed into the room and said, "Talk to me, Ken! What's her status!" Not sure yet, Marty. It's a GSW to the upper left chest, probably got the left. The only child of Meryta and Sam Klasley. He started working at the early age of ten, cutting lawn's for neighbors. He bought his first computer at twelve, and worked hard to learn all he could.His parents died when he was seventeen, and by then he was working for a small programing firm. He had lived a hard life working for thirty seven year, slaving to keep a roof over his head, and food on his table. He had been a data programer for twenty eight of those years, before the company he worked.