We use to chat a lot on message, so I started topic of boys hostel and what they watch most and regarding popular girls and some topic about sex once ...here was some silly bet and winner got any wish of his/her be fulfilled by other and which I wanted to win but at last.I lost and asked him his wish which he politely postponed and told that when he feels like asking then he will tell me and after these 2-3 months passed and our topic of chat become more hotter and kind a sex chat. We both. “Excuse me,” he muttered when they collided as his arms came around her, steadying her when she would have stumbled and perhaps fallen. His gaze seemed to swallow her it was so intense. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his ice blue eyes dropping to the swell of her abdomen. “No,” she replied a bit breathlessly. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” “You look tired. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes. Nothing a little rest won’t cure.” She smiled a little at him. Actually, she felt damn miserable. . It's a tit! Now ask me nicely to play with your tit!" Please, Jack, I want you to play with my tit." Pam stuttered in fear as his eyes turned yellow again. Jack put more weight on her shoulders, holding her in place. Pain radiated through her body; Jack switched to her other nipple, squeezing it between his thumb and finger, harder and harder. "Ow! That hurts, please don't do it so hard." No problem, I'll switch to your cunt!" What? No!" She tried to pull away, but Jack was too strong.He drove. "How are you feeling, young man?" asked the Doc.David raised a different finger ... not in greeting."What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"The finger raised again."Unfriendly this..." he looked at an invisible watch, "Morning. are we?"Again, the finger raised, distress becoming more evident. Hospitals use drugs to keep a trauma patient on life support from breathing on their own. Most of them are on the breathing machine because they CAN'T breathe on their own. David had gone from 'out of it'.