“You want a good hard fuck, don’t you?”“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”Suddenly, I surprised her and rolled onto my back, pulling her to lie on top ...f me. She was looking up at the ceiling with her legs wide apart, while I kept my hand gripped tightly on her pussy. With her ass pressed against my cock, I entered two fingers into her wet pussy causing a loud gasp then a louder, “Oh my God!” She lifted her hips, thrusting, desperately wanting my fingers deeper. She was thrusting her pussy onto my. All this had been over two months ago. I'd died twice but fought back and at last I was off the danger list, the grim reaper would have to wait a while longer."Did they get him?" I asked and everyone looked embarrassed."Not yet," Christine said. "But they're confident they will." Yeah, I bet they will," I said sarcastically.The doctor took over then and asked if I felt like going home."What?" I was astounded. "Like this?" The young lady has been busy," he smiled. "But I'll let her tell you. ‘I said you liked it when I wore sexy lingerie.’ Third button. ‘You give great massages’ Fourth button. ‘You like to say romantic things in my ear when we’re out dancing.’ Fifth button. ‘After six years of marriage, you still look down my blouse when I bend over.’ Last button. ‘And what turned them on the most . . .’ ‘Yeah?’ I said expectantly. ‘. . . was when I told them you take me to chick flicks whenever I want.’ I had her blouse open and was running my hands up the outside of. . why did I fall? What’s . . . .Now a new confusion plays across her face. She’s feeling something, something warm and wet down low. The camera at her rear shows what’s happening. Her crotch already had a damp line from the running. But now the damp is spreading. Her hand flies to it, to feel. I’ll wager she thinks she’s lost control of her bladder, that she’s peeing into her shorts. But as soon as her hand reaches that hot patch, she knows it’s something else.It’s arousal. Pussy juice is.