She then took my finger and put it inside of her. I knew to wiggle it. She started breathing heavy and then sighed; my hand got every wet from her. ...t times Oma would tickle me and I’d tickle her and we’d both orgasms together. One night I was laying there Oma had her hand on my privates and Opa tried to put his hand there and she pushed him away. He would do this every once in a while. She would always push him away.I would lay there and watch OPA. His private part would get hard and stand. I could feel his entire cock throb and every squirt of juice as it flowed through his tube on the bottom of his giant tool and shot out the tip of his penile head and collide with the rear wall of my rectum. I was trying to pull his hands from my throat, thinking that he was attempting to end my life. Frank, grunting deeply like some wild a****l, slowly released my throat, screwing his meat slowly up my butt as he continued to pump that stream of fluid into my anus. He turned his head to my. I leftit at that. I went home to bed.The next morning I woke up at 7:30 AM and was back on duty by 9AM. I went tothe lab to check out whether the results were in....They weren't in yet so Idecided to do my excercises for the morning... I took the stairs to my all starpatient's room (as opposed to taking the elevator) He was awake and wascomplaining of head pains. His face was flushed and his mouth was dry. Histemperature was 104 and he was sick. I ordered a rush on the blood tests and Igot the. I twitched with the sudden shock, and the nail on my pinky caught onto something, the object stuck under the latex folds. My other fingers attempted to create more space by spreading the flaps wider, but the unwanted excitement it brought me made me stop. I pulled with my pinky, and could feel my nail pulling off from the strain, until it gave and was freed from the latex flaps. I pulled my hand out to where I could see it, and inspected my pinky, doesn’t seem to be peeling off. My fingers were.