I did not think about the panties that I had on or that he would be looking up my shorts. After a few trips up the ladder with me in front he said “... need to go home, I will be right back”. Not thinking anything about I told him “OK”.A few minutes latter he was back. He had changed his long pants to a pair of baggy shorts.I climbed the ladder a few times when he said “Let me take some of those heavy things”. He then took one of the heaver boxes and started up the ladder. For reasons that you. Minutes seemed to drag. Soon the sound of the ambulance’s siren grew louder. Brad stood at the end of the driveway directing them to his home. The siren and flashing lights soon attracted neighbours in the sleepy suburban community.Two paramedics came into the bathroom with their emergency kits strapped to a stretcher. Dan and Wendy stood aside, giving the paramedics room to work on Karen. “Hi Karen, I’m Jim.”“And I’m Steve,” they announced.Karen’s forehead was already hurting from her eyes. I have to let it just rest inside you for a minute or two before I can start moving it again. Finally I get the control to be able to start pulling it in and out. Long, slow, strokes. I make sure you feel every inch of my swollen brown cock. Your eyes are fixated on watching it come in and out of your little pink pussy. The contrast of our skin making it even more apparent. I pull out so just the head is at your lips and hold it there for a few seconds before slamming it in at which point I. "It's not fair that girls have to walk such a fine line all the time. What do guys want? I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do. If we let them fuck us, we're sluts. If we don't let them fuck us, we're prick teases and if we don't let them touch us at all, we're frigid. What the fuck am I suppose to do?" She turns her face back into the pillow and begins sobbing harder.I watch her lying there crying, trying to figure out what to say and how I can help her. As I walk over and sit on the edge.