I whimpered once or twice and threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly. Or I should say that my arms flew around her all by themselves. It finall... dawned on me that something was very, very wrong with my body."Jean!" my voice was saying. "There was an accident! There was a truck! It hit me, I'm sure! Oh, God, Jean, it was terrible!"My voice was saying this, but I was not. I could feel everything. I could feel Jean's arms holding me, her breasts against mine, I could smell her hair, but I. “You couldn’t have known. I did say do anything. I guess I found out one of my limits.”Having reestablished trust, I asked him to fuck me. “Let’s fuck,” I said. (What did you expect, poetry?)We rushed to my bedroom, retrieved the Astroglide, and made sure the inside and outside of the condom were well lubricated. He slipped it on. I hurriedly scooted onto my bed and got on my back so he could enter me in missionary. The first tantalizing hesitation was followed by a definite, splooshy. I was surprised to hear how much he adored her appearance, but that he found her to be dull and rather boring. He joked about her narcissistic posing, and how she never met a mirror that she didn’t like!Buddy asked if I liked basketball. I told him I did and he asked if I’d mind if we watched some of the game on TV. We were going to sit back and watch so TV. The laid back pace of being Buddy’s call girl was more than welcome because in my fears I had envisioned the worst.I thought being a. MMM! MMM! MMM! I moaned through a tongue-filled mouth as she furiously finger-fucked me. Most of my senses were being stimulated, but I still found the mental strength to come up with a brilliant idea. Not wasting a single second thinking things over, I put my plan into action. Reaching down, I fumbled around until I reached her crotch. Slipping my hand underneath her skirt, I managed to pull her panties down just enough for me to access her cunt. I smiled as I realized her pussy was.