You are awake at last." He held up his hand as I started to reply. "Please wait for your questions until later. I am not qualified to answer them. ...First you must eat. Then the chirurgeon will look at you again." He clapped his hands - I kid you not - just like in the movies, and though the door? curtains? came yet another babe in transparent clothes pushing a food cart. Another motion by him and my two original angels helped me to a sitting position and deposited a gigantic pillow. Excellent. I wasafraid that you might melt again." What...what happened?" said Max. Once again she was lying down in ahospital-style bed in a hospital-style gown talking to a hospital-styleidiot."The Jet Glider somehow suffered immense damage to its fuel cells,leading to a chain reaction which caused the craft to explode afterbeing activated." Oh..." said Max. She was guessing that hitting some dude in the headwith a piece of complicated, physics-defying technology that she didn'tunderstand was. But wait ... this was NOT what had happened. I settled back into the sofa, twisted out of my slacks and wet shorts, trying to think of a way to get those briefs washed and dried in the next hour. They weren't saturated, they were more smeared, and "gooey".It finally occurred to me that this happened right after the rocking motion I'd done on my horse -- uhhh, aka the top of the sofa. I also noticed that my "dick" – for that was the catch word we used at school – was bigger, thicker, and harder. Smiling, she then pulls the panties up over her hips and wiggles her hips at me. Reaching down she grabs a camisole and pulls it over her head. She leaves the camisole around her neck and takes a nipple in each hand and pinches them. Again, she smiles at me and pulls the camisole down. Looking up at me she spreads her legs and points to the front of her panties. There is a wet spot growing in the front of her panties. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties she slipped off her panties.