It's just your speech slurring. Try not to talk andjust rest," said Maureen, taking a little wash cloth wiping the salivadripping from his mouth and t...en ripping another section of hair fromhis chest, showing him. "See you didn't feel a thing now and in amoment you'll close those eyes and not feel a thing."He looked up, struggling watching now as suddenly his legs beganlifting. Once they were more elevated he could see Marco extended somelittle cuffs near each ankle and then watched his legs. He came an impressive amount which I greedily swallowed.Crawling back to his lips we kissed again sharing his sweet prize. We giggled together and felt satisfied looking ng deep into one another's eyes. We rested giving each other sweet kisses reassuring our love and stroking one another's bodys.This went on for some time I estimate an hour but who's to say for sure finally I asked him...You want to feel it? I'm sure you'll be pleased.Oh yes please! Please! Please! He gasped. His eyes wide with. "Shit, Allie! Are you OK?" I plastered the washcloth against the cut and told her to put pressure on it. That's all could remember of my Boy Scout first aid training. I was scared."Don't say 'shit'! And no, I'm not OK! It hurts like hell! Jeez, Mark, look at my new top. It's ruined!"I looked at her in exasperation. "Only you could get cold-cocked by your own mother and be worried about your damned shirt. Let's get out of here! I think she's finally gone over the edge." Where can we go?" Tears. After a moment, his eyes met mine, and we both smiled. I brought my hands up and signed 'I love you.' to him a few times.He didn't reply to that, but I saw a few tears form on his face. The love and lust were clear as day, so I brought my hands up to his butt. I rubbed it, including the spot I had slapped it. Suddenly, his lips went into his mouth, and he broke eye contact.'Oh, he is feeling it now. In the end, we all make our choices, whether they get are made by our hearts, brains or sexual.