And also the more embarrassing things that I had done to myself, she knew about. While she was telling about it, I could see that she was embarrassed ...bout it. And when she was done with the story, I said, "Well, yes. I came a few times that night, thanks to them touching me and me masturbating in front of them. But that's all, nothing bad has happened to me."Again, I could see somebody looking at me with wide open eyes."Martha, don't get me wrong. It happened to me because I was drunk.. Astrid had been scheduled for a colonoscopy in late September by the specialist that she had seen. She would see her gynecologist in October, but hadn't scheduled the appointment yet. The colonoscopy didn't reveal anything unusual, and Astrid considered it a waste of both the time it took that day and of the day of preparation. I had gone with her and driven her back home, as the hospital didn't want her to drive after the procedure.It was when Astrid went to the gynecologist in late October. Anne’s left hand slid inside his shirt, having undone two of his buttons. Stan moaned as her fingers played with the hair there. All the while Anne was playing at his crotch. She slid down the zipper of his trousers and pushed her right hand inside, feeling for his dick. ‘Anne, if you don’t stop…’ Her only answer was to slide to her knees. She undid the belt and clip at the top of his trousers, slid his briefs down a little and took his dick in her hand. Stan gasped at the touch, and then. She retched, and spewed up most of Jim's semen onto the floor."You little cunt. How dare you waste my spunk like that."Jim's cock was still hard, with spunk still dribbling out of it. He wanted to punish Kelly for not swallowing all his come, and without really thinking forced his cock into her mouth, though she tried to stop him. His balls felt swollen and tense, and he had the feeling he sometimes had in the middle of the night after a heavy drinking session. He had to have a pee, but.