'Good riddance to bad rubbish' Joey mused,to himself, over what his uncle might say.Concussion? That's what the nurse had said. A concussion meant som... sortof trauma to the head or, more importantly, the brain. Again, it wasworth a shot."I... I can't remember," Joey said letting a touch of panic cause hisvoice to falter."Hey, it's OK. Leave it alone for now. It's not that important. Mostlikely that's from the concussion. Short term memory loss is typical.Listen, don't worry about it for now,". He laid back against the pillows while she settled between his legs. Gently, Emily grabbed Will’s cock and slowly stroked it from base to tip and back again. After a few slow strokes she increased her pace and really started pumping him. Will could feel all the blood rushing to his shaft. ‘Please baby, suck it already.’ ‘Oh, baby, you need me to suck on it for you? You want to feel my warm, wet mouth around your thick, hard cock?’ ‘Oh fuck, yes!’ Emily’s lips closed around the throbbing head. Time stopped and the doors were flung open under the impossible crush, passengers spewed out onto the platform, flung far and wide by the force of people behind them. Being forced along the aisle she felt every bump of the seats as she was squeezed through the narrow space within. Someone struggling with a suitcase at the door would cause the flow to stop, but the unknowing passengers behind would continue to push, increasing the pressure yet again, before they burst from the doors at full. We were going to pick up new clothes for the fancy dinner in Portugal since it was described as a State dinner and I had received a list of the VIP attendees for the event.The best pant suit I owned - Marcy had paid almost five thousand dollars for - had two bullet holes in it and was bloodstained. The girls were determined that Vicky and I were not wearing a pant suits to an official State dinner, even if it was in Portugal.When you are outnumbered by determined partners and lovers you throw.