.He kept kicking me ... until I started puking blood.I woke with a start.My hand instinctively went to my stomach. It was fine...I was fine.I don't sl...ep very well. Bad dreams are one of the reasons I drink ... falling asleep brings bad dreams ... passing out brings a few hours of bliss ... insomnia was something I'd had as long as I could remember.I stretched out my stiff limbs ... I was so sore.I looked around. Why was I in the guest bedroom? ... Sarah...Oh my god. Sarah was gone ... she. I wanted Jon to be shocked. I did not want him to suspect anything. The orchestra performance was good. Jon only fell asleep once during one of the longer pieces. I spent my time half listening and half fantasizing until I was becoming uncomfortably aroused. We reached the car soon after the concert was over and got in to head over to the Gilson mansion. ‘Not a bad-ending concert for the season huh?’ Jon ventured. ‘I liked it. Especially the long movement with the bassoon playing the bass. He renders me unable to move, while his cock pounds me."I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming."Screaming as the waves of my orgasm hit me, I feel his hardest thrusts yet. His loud groans tell me he just came too. Not wanting to break from each other, we continue to rock back and forth, still attached, basking in the glorious aftermath of our orgasms. I feel him soften inside me. Eventually, he slips out, rolling off me against the back of the couch. The last thing I remember is being pulled against. I guess I shouldn't be surprised the girls wouldn't use my cock."Well, at least Dawn used a condom.," I think to myself.I search the house for Dawn, but she is nowhere to be found. I hearfootsteps coming down the hall from the bedroom, I look over and seeAmanda sleepy eyed staring at me, smiling."Good morning handsome." Amanda says.I want to remain calm and say good morning back to her, but my cock ismissing. How can anyone remain calm when their prize and joy is missing?"Where's Dawn?" I say.