I have no exact memory of what happened next, but Michael was there holding me, patting my head and back and kissing my forehead, trying to comfort me... He was never much of a toucher, rarely initiated any contact, but he was there for me when I needed it. I remember lifting my head to thank him, to tell him how much it meant to me, and my head going up met his coming down... And we were kissing. Lightly at first, just a touch on the lips, but it grew stronger, pressing harder into each other’s. ‘Ohhhh that feels so nice.’ She cooed as I started stroking my finger along her lips. She turned her body to give me better access, allowing me to slide a finger between her lips. ‘Oh yeah. Your finger feels nice.’ ‘Your hands feel pretty nice too.’ I grunted as I let my finger slide across her exposed clit, causing her to draw a quick breath. ‘Ohhh damn, didn’t expect that. Fuck I feel like I’m almost ready to come.’ ‘Uh huh. Me too.’ I groaned back, feeling my orgasm start to push a load up. At last she came to the last occupied room on the floor and entered it. She walked over to the sleeping man and looked down at the ruggedly handsome face, framed by dark curls. She turned and checked his IV drip too, noting that he was still on the morphine drip. She reached out and touched him lightly on the arm. No response. She shook his arm a little harder, still no response. She lifted her hand to his face and ran a fingertip gently over his lips. Still no response. Satisfied, she. But I couldn’t hold it anymore today.Rachita: Hmm, it felt a bit weird. I have never seen a hard penis this way. It looks scary.Me: It’s nothing to be scared of. It was hard for you.I smiled. Rachita smiled innocently.Me: You have a lovely figure. I wonder how your pussy looks like.Rachita smiled again.Me: Can you move the phone closer down there? Let me take a peek, please.Rachita was a bit perplexed about the request. But she obliged. She pulled her knees up and spread her skirt wide enough.