Just looking at it makes me hard again. Your legs are splayed like scissors, one straight and the other cocked at an angle, and your beautiful bush is...visible to my prying eyes. I wet my lips and crawl up next to you, trailing a hand up your slender thigh to the curve of your buttocks. I squeeze and part them slightly, wiggling my fingers towards your sex. I begin rubbing your outer lips with my fingertips while kissing and licking your shoulder. You moan and spread your legs wider, slowly. I was admitted to the hospital.The following day the surgeon came in and told Connie and me that what he had done was only a temporary surgery to stop the bleeding and close the wound. Sometime during the next week to ten days, after the swelling subsided, he needed to reopen the arm to reattach the muscles that were severed by the glass. He warned me that I was in for at least four months of rehab and if the damage required additional surgery, as much as two years of rehabilitation. The ten. Bruce suddenly and without warning slams himself fully inside me again then leans over me and with his weight on my back he gathers my hair into a kind of ponytail then wraps a hand in it and pulls sharply up and back. His forceful yanking pulls me up towards him painfully bending my back almost in half and feeling like he is tearing out all of the hair on my head, I want to scream again but all that come out is a guttural growling sound that cuts off and on as he starts to slam himself in and. ”“No fair,” said Paulie with a smile.“But you're wearing more than I am,” I protested. “You have your vest and you're wearing a bra.”“Haven't got much choice about the bra,” she said with a wink. “I'll let it go this time, baby girl, but not for you, Gwennie!”Gwen laughed and pulled off both boots, “One” and then she took off her biker vest, which made Two. Gwen and I won the next hand, barely, and so Julie and Paulie both shed their boots. Gwen and I barely lost the next, which cost me my.