"What, what happened?" I asked still feeling a bit groggy, which I knew then had to be from the pain medication, whatever that was I was on. I finally...managed to lock eyes with her however as she stood leaning over the bed. She had some cuts and abrasions on her face, but beyond that, she still looked to be in pretty good shape. Once again I tried sitting up, but the pain from my injuries, alerted me to the fact it was best to remain lying still."You remember anything?" she asked after kissing. As her sweet whore rubbed the strawberry-scented lotion into Diane’s blistering skin, Diane cooed,” Yeah, whore! Now work your sexy fingers into my anus! Go inside my virgin asshole! Stretch me out, so I’m ready for Stuart’s dick. That’s it, my lovely slut! Fuck me with your finger!” Patricia pressed her first two digits into her master’s ass, and slowly worked her fingers around the hole. “Whore, now give Stuart a good blowjob so he’s hard and wet! Get his beautiful cock ready to pop. Reaching down, I jammed a finger into the wetness insideof her, while my other hand abandoned nipple for clitoris. Her breastsjiggled forcefully under the movements of my hands between her legs. Mywife was a portrait of lust in cream and coral colors, all curves andsoftness and desperate motion, straining toward the inevitable explosion ofpleasure deep within her hips. Suddenly, she came. A gasp was cut off deep in her throat, and her muscles tensed. For a longfive seconds, there was. He was shaking his head. I had a feeling he expected me to be there, but basketball wasn't my life. "I'd like you to come to tryouts. I know you won't be there at the beginning, but it will do the younger guys good to see that you are still supporting the team. Do that for me, will you?" Sure, Coach. I'll help the team any way I can." Man, I was glad that conversation was over.I really missed our lunch-time conversations and realized what Whitney had been going through the past year. We had.