I didn't pay attention to the EMT's answer. Instead, I was staring at thesource of the voice that'd chased my dad away. I knew the voice wasfamiliar... but I never would have guessed the source. It was Bitchart.The one who'd saved me from my dad was Gary.--------------------I hated hospitals with all the antiseptic scent and the feel of pain andsickness in the air. This wasn't the first time I'd been put in thehospital by my dad, though I was sure the falling down the stairs orfootball. He was maybe twenty and tall and slim. I could hear my sister. Lick my pussy, Boy. Stick your black tongue deep into my hole. Dont you stop till you make me orgasm or Ill tell my father that you tried to rape me, and he will have you killed on the spot without asking any questions. For several minutes Jeremiah ate her out while she wiggled and moaned. Finally she pulled his head tightly to her pussy, threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, Yessss. Fuuuuuck Yesssss. Lick me hard. Yesssss,. After a few dates, we were having wild sex, and I would often fuck her in all conceivable ways, lots of oral sex too as she loved the way I used my tongue on her clit. Sixty nine was a favorite for her and we usually ended up a session by taking each other to a shattering climax without mouths. I would bang Sandra to reassure my masculinity, fucking her with every fiber of energy that I had. We would meet between classes, or just after classes, have wild heart stopping sex then, I would have to. Here, it was just hundreds of other college students frantically trying to finish papers on their laptops.On Wednesday, her class let out early and she found her favorite cubicle on the fourth floor, hidden behind a stack of books. She set herself up with her laptop, her headphones plugged into her iPod, and papers scattered as she wrote up her reports and essays. At 8:30 p.m., she wandered downstairs and bought herself a candy bar and a soda. She ate the candy bar on the elevator and drank the.