Take care of him. Leave him in the car seat until we're sure he isn't injured."The psychiatrist was clutching his side while talking on his cell phone... and I glimpsed Rei at the top of the stairs.I handed the baby off to the girls and hurried back out to the car.Kasumi gave me a status report. "I think she has a serious concussion. Her pupils won't respond to the light. The boy is unconscious, with mildly labored breathing." What should we do?" Normally, we wait for paramedics. If they can't. "God, I wish we had time to fuck right now. I'm so turned on!" Jesus, Holly. You're turned on by almost being raped? What the fuck?"She shook her head. "First of all, none of those motherfuckers was going to lay a finger on me without losing it." Gene nodded, acknowledging that was probably true. "Second ... I'm turned on because you were a fucking badass. My pussy is soaking right now, Gene, all because you asserted yourself." To protect you..." Maybe, though I think you know I'm not some weak. Then I squeezed up the narrow stairway to my bedroom, fantasizing about a much needed shower. The tension of the long drive would melt away under massaging jets. Stepping out of the steamy bath, I dried myself and went to the mirror to wrap my hair. Accomplishing that deftly, I gave my tight abdominal muscles a self congratulatory thump and left the bathroom naked but for my head. Carefree nudity was one of the lesser perks of solitary living. I sauntered over to my bureau and opened the top. The crotch was fully saturated. I tasted it. The sweat was salty. I moved my nose to the string from the ass. The cloth that was in between her ass cheeks soaking up the warm sweat as it seeped from her pores. The cloth that rested directly on this girl's asshole as she bent and dove and jumped and spiked the ball. The smell was incredible. It was a funky smell that only a sweaty girl can produce. I imagined what it was like to be that string in between those sweaty ass cheeks and experiencing.
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