No, that was President's Day.At least I had time, since she was on the evening shift atthe ER this month. And that meant I hadn't blown taking herout...to dinner this evening. "OK, so what do I do? A littlelate to get florists to deliver, even to her at thehospital; the flower shop in the lobby closed at 8." Ichecked my watch; it was 9:45."Beats me. Not much open at this hour. Maybe you can finda drug store. They might have a heart-shaped box of candyleft. Write a card. Promise her. Rose just knew that Sarah would never do that and figured that she would win the bet. She didn’t understand why deep down that she wanted to lose. She didn't know if it was her desire to see Sarah being fucked again or that she wanted to strip and have Agnes lusting after her. Rose was in shock at how easily her friend was seduced and knew that it was the alcohol that did her in. Watching her friend being fucked on a table by a group of women made her extremely wet and wishing that she was. " Thank you, Mr Longfellow. It was the least I could do and please call me Tom." No, Tom, it was not the least you could do. After the ... incident, you gave her moral support, huge support from what I can gather. We shall be eternally grateful and I'd be pleased if you'd call me Ben." How is she, Ben?" Not bad. She's quite cheerful in many ways but I think it's still sitting there in her mind. Her fiancé's coming round for lunch and I think she's a bit worried about his reaction." I can. "Are you girls really willing to do anything?" he smiled.Karen was too startled to move. Her reaction, under normal circumstances, would have been to pull her hand away from him. But these weren't normal circumstances and she didn't pull her hand away. Instead she curled her fingers around the fat cock and moved her hand with his in an up and down motion. She marveled at the way the outer layer of cock-flesh moved with her hand and how the thing swelled and hardened with each stroke."Ah! Very.