He didn't speak about his accident but he had cruched ribs and was more or less immobile until they healed. I used to make sure I was the one who did ...he bulk of the caring for Mr Bartholemew, I told myself it was because it was important to his healing to have a familiar face, actually I just enjoyed his company, he never complained and always asked how I was, we used to talk quite a bit, silly stuff really and I think he was almost unique in being a handsome young man that never flirted with. A quick kiss, then a slower one, and she impetuously thrust her tongue deeply into my mouth. More kissing, much more. Her mouth, then her breasts. Sucking her nipples. Then lower, kissing lower. Sucking lower. Tonguing and sucking her slippery little knob, then her cunt. Pushing my tongue into her cunt. She arched her back and gasped.Patches of steamy, sweaty musk glued us together, and we were both panting. She gently took me into her arms and caressed my face. Then she pulled me down with. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, thrusting my chest against his hand, “keep going.” Engulfed in my own pleasure, I rubbed harder at Andrew’s cock through his trousers. As quickly as he could, he released my breast and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Without hesitation, my hand was back at his crotch, pushing down his briefs to release his erection. It sprang out, hard and upright. I grabbed it and began to pump it up and down, feeling it get even more erect. The film now showed two more of the. I felt I’d waited long enough and the ache between my legs was becoming almost unbearable. He took a couple of steps towards me and we kissed for the first time - better than I’d imagined. He pushed me against the door and slid his smooth hands up my skirt, stroking my inner thigh, feeling the bare skin just above the lace of my stockings. My knickers were soaking wet, desperate for more. As I’d barely got in the room I hadn’t had a chance to put my bag down. I pulled out my phone. Thank god.