"What's the tube for?" It siphons off blood to prevent it collecting inside the wound," replied the older nurse. "By the way, my name's Rita. While yo...'re having your bath we'll be changing your dressings."Reg was wearing a hospital gown which was stripped off him and a towel placed over his groin. The nurses quickly and efficiently washed him from his head down to his waist. Rita then shaved him with an electric razor.Next they stripped the dressings off his knee and leg, gently washed them. He hoped, hope upon hope, that he’d know what to do, when he saw her next week, for he wasn’t sure what her reaction was going to be, when he got there. ‘Unless,’ he reasoned, ‘She decides not to see me at all, and lets me know that somehow.’ And that thought was a panic producing one all by itself. Tim occupied himself for the rest of that week, up to the weekend, with such an endless round of speculation produced by that one kiss. He had himself fairly tied up in knots and wasn’t sure what to. Oh fucking! Fucking! As she lay on the bed, writhing insanely under Pardner’s licking, Barbara thought about fucking, about how good it would be to have a hard, stiff, thick cock pile-driving through her pussy. Yes, she wanted something big and hard and hot, something that would squeeze deliciously, slowly through her cunt, stretching her to the ripping point. She thought of Joe, her first and only fuck, and of the way his prick felt trenching through her cunt. Then she thought of. So there I was, caught in the hallway between the nurse’s office and the locker room, standing in a headlock with my ass out, and two boys furiously fist fucking my ass tag team style. I could have never imagined getting to this place, but now that I was I did the only thing I could - cum. Over, and over. My body was loose, relaxed, and happy. Their fists were entering, and even though it was tight and they felt huge, I guess spending the morning fucking half the school had loosened and lubed.