That's if this damn back will let me!" She felt him tossing and turning, reached over, and placed her arms around him. When she ran her fingers down h...s back, he trembled and winced. She knew his back was hurting. She kissed his shoulder. "Ok, roll over on your stomach. It's time you received one of my famous massages. Your back feels tighter than a rubber band." He rolled over. When he felt her fingers caressing him, mumbled, "Oh god, don't stop! Let your fingers do the walking they feel. “They took your friend to St. Vincent’s.”I turned to Dan. “Honey?”“We can find a way to get there.”“That’s your 180 out there?” the guy behind the desk asked.“Yessir,” Dan said.“Here’s the keys to my Tahoe. I’m holding your Cessna as collateral. I get off at midnight.”“We should be back before then. We need to go check on Cindy’s friend.”“We’ll be careful,” Dan said.“Thank you so very much,” I added.“Nothing. Uh, Dan ... Shouldn’t SHE drive?” He snorted.“You haven’t seen her drive,” Dan. Then Tom slid his hand beneath her t-shirt running it along her flank and across her back."Mmm, your hands are warm," she said thinking it was my hand.He reached under her and snapped open the button of her shorts. Jemma wriggled her ass a little to help him pull them down past her thighs. He slipped his fingers under her white cotton French-cut panties and slid them down a little way exposing her ass. Walking around the bench he pulled her t-shirt up. As instructed, Jemma was braless, and he. ” “Scotty’s here,” I reminded him, but that made him chuckle. “Scotty can’t get dressed in less than forty-five minutes,” he grinned. “We have plenty of time.” “Seriously?” I asked, because it’s not like Scotty was some sharp dresser. He looked exactly like every fraternity boy I’d ever known, honestly. “He’s got OCD with some things,” Dyl explained, picking me up and putting me on the counter. He moved his head down between my legs, then, running his face over my zipper, breathing on me.