Shelia Davidson.”“Hi, I’m Wendy Hayward, Jake’s mom. How’s my son?”“Jake will eventually recover. He suffered a mild traumatic brain inj...ry, commonly called a concussion. He may have lost consciousness for only a few seconds when he was injured and appeared to be slightly dazed and confused when first examined. I ordered a brain and neck scan and all appears to be normal.”“Jake complained of a headache, ringing in his ears and his eyes seem sensitive to bright lights. We allowed Jake to rest. I wanted to get the gun, scared, I inched forward. Still he didn’t move. The rifle could be seen on the trail, on the far side, pinned under his leg. Slowly I crawled, hoping to grab it before he knew I was there. It amazed me that he didn’t hear me, despite my grunting and groaning as I crept towards the firearm. My hopes soared as my hand curled around the stock, pulling it towards me. Briefly I glanced towards him and became sick. Everything in my stomach was quickly deposited on the ground,. I didn't see the exposure as being such a bad thing - being drunk, I wanted to savor the feeling of rebelling against the instinct of modesty. I jumped out of the tub and volunteered to make the beer run."Who wants a beer?," I asked, standing by the edge of the tub. My cock was at least semi-hard, and I had my hands on my hips. At least six sets of eyes were on my cock, some male, some female. I took the order, enjoying the display, then wandered upstairs and into the house to retrieve the. I am going to get pampered in one of them later, May try it my self as well-said Gillian. Well you got to book in advance, never mind then. Soo presuming you may fancy a pamper I did for you as well, your in from 10-30 – 11-30 room five. So as the night progressed Gillian drank wine and more wine and really relaxed into the party mood. She had picked her slave out for her pampering session, and was just about to enter the room, when she noticed the guy from the door was working the room.