I twisted awkwardly, fumbling for the crutches that stood by the bed, and a wave of self-loathing swept over me. I used to like myself a lot, but Iraq...had changed that. The guy who went out there, proud to serve, had been shipped home as something less. One of my legs was still there, although no-one had ever found it. They were too busy stabilizing me and cutting me free from the twisted metal that had been the vehicle and getting the hell out of there before anyone else caught it. I should. This brought a smile on her face, she knew exactly what to do this weekend. Torri’s boyfriend, Jeff, is 18 and Torri wants to take things to the next level. As soon as Torri found out that she is going to be alone she calls Jeff. Jeff was so happy to find this out and was in her drive way in no time. Torri was a horny little girl, she always tried to be Jeff’s little slut. She would always where the shortest shorts and the skimpiest shirts when going to visit him. While Torri was waiting for. She asked me if I have any objection and I told no and I responded by holding her tight to me and moving my hand on her back and buttocks. For a moment I could not believe what was happening but suddenly I kissed her pressing my erection on her belly. I did not know what to do? But I was squeezing her belly, back, buttocks, thighs and where ever I can. She took my mouth to her breast and told me to suck it and lick on the nipples. She took my middle finger and guided to her vagina, it was hot. I hear him grunt as he empties himself into her and she cries out, "Oh yeah, I'm cumming as you're cumming into me. I'm going to milk you dry!" He gives her a few last thrusts and I see his shoes step back and hear the noise of his belt-buckle and the rustle of his jacket. There's more kissing, then the sound of fingers tapping on glass phone screens, and then her stall door opens. Not knowing what else to do I open mine too. My husband is still inside their stall to divert attention, but I see.