Consequently, I was not a better dancer nor was i less self-conscious of my body.However, all my doubts crumbled when a blond girl started smiling at ...e while getting closer to me. She was out of my league. A 20 something blonde wearing a hoodie. The type of girl everyone falls in love with. The type to be friends with a lot of guys and seem approachable but in reality, was not.She kept getting closer to me while still dancing. The clumsy manner in which she was trying to approach me made me. . beep ... hiss...I gradually came to my senses. When I opened my eyes it was dark and I could barely see. I knew I wasn't in my own room and realized I must be in the hospital. From the sounds of it I was on some sort of life support. I was worried for a few seconds until I noticed the noise that woke me up was from the other bed in the room. As far as I could tell the only thing connected to me was a saline bag hanging next to the head of my bed.I had no idea how long I had been here. I saw. .. right at the point that your armswere at their very deepest inside of her and you could reach no deeper. At thispoint, your chest was pressing a bit into her gape and bouncing over and overagainst her bottom with each new thrust. However your vertical chest preventedyour forward bent shoulders from entering her gape over a few inches eachforward thrust. She then began to squirt copious amounts of fluid all over yourchest. She shook all over and you felt her huge body quiver as she. Greg knew about Ian. How could he not? I talk about him all the time. Greg asked me to do the round of parties with him on Halloween, just to get out of the dorms, no pressure.I knew there was more to it than that. I could feel the attraction running between us. If I went with him, something was going to happen. So I did the only thing I could-- I said no. Then I called my boyfriend and demanded a little attention. Things were quickly reaching a breaking point. Ian and I needed time together.