.The echo became louder and more distinct - you begin to hear voices in it."We don't know, really. Everything is fine, except the brain. Well, the bra...n is fine too, but we don't know how to wake it up." - you hear the low voice that sounds like a bell's toll."But... will he be OK?" - the other voice that sounds like a lute."I hope so. But coma means that we can only wait now." - the first voice answered. Now you hear that it's man's voice."Thank you, doctor." - it is... it is Jessica!Not bad.. Donald moved forward and slipped his finger onto her arse crack through her black knickers saying “You are one teasing bitch”.Donald was the company’s main driver, he’d been driving for 30 years for them, and he was 48 years old, married, 6’1”, black hair and a bit of a lad. As he ran his finger up and down Donna’s arse crack she looked behind her and lifted her head up, but never said anything. Donald moved his fingers under her and rubbed her throbbing clitoris as she slightly parted her. She broke the kiss 'Ohh god I need release, please'I took of my t shirt, and turned her over up onto her knees, I quickly pulled her shorts off, her glorious ass faced me, covered only by a lacy black thong which quickly was down at her ankles. Her thick cock hung down, hard and dripping pre-cum also. I grabbed it and wanked it hard, with my other hand I gave her ass a spank. 'Ohh shit.... please keep going' I needed no further encouragement, I spanked her once more. I slid my finger over her. She shook her head, and I again missed her long hair."Two yards. The record for a kickoff return in the play-offs is ninety-seven. You got lazy and only made ninety-five." It's not about records."I cocked my head and looked at her as our team set up for the kickoff.She shrugged. "Okay, records are nice. What did you want me to do, take two big steps backwards before I started running?"I grinned. "Maybe we can talk to the Grizzlies about kicking harder." You know what I hate about being on the.