Gayle was tying the cloth she'd been using to staunch the bleeding to the wound with the long strips of cloth. He asked, "How's it going down there?" ...f you don't go into shock, you should live," said Gayle."Good," said Jake. "I'm feeling a little cold, but that's probably from the lack of clothing."Gayle glanced up at him, "Once it's relatively safe for you to walk, I've got a safe spot for you to recover."Jake's mind was working more clearly right now, "I can't lay low. Koenraad's on the. I wanted to cum, but had no desire to cut his rapture so painfully short."Do you want me to cum?" I asked him."Yes," he gasped, and I imagined if he had his hands free, he would be clutching - grasping for anything to hold onto. The pressure of my body pounding into his made him shake."Do you want me to cum with my dick in your ass?" I asked him.He didn't reply. So I thrust harder, this time holding his hips for leverage. It was painfully deep, and he gasped, and he hissed "Fuck!"And he. I hid the resultant trouser bulge by sliding my body forward under the dining table a bit. What stuck in my mind most were the skimpy feminine little panties, down round her knees. I had never thought of panties as being sexy before, but now that had changed completely. I realised that panties were part of a woman’s sexual armoury, that the sight of a pair of panties hiding those naughty dirty bits that lie between every woman’s legs was highly erotic. That night I secretly masturbated 4 or 5. "I have a tux. In fact, I have more than one."He could see that something else was on her mind, "Are you going to finish what you have to say or am I going to have to drag it out of you?"She sat back down at the table, "I was wondering, after I graduate I have to get a job and eventually see about getting a place to stay."Brad put his hands over hers, "I guess we'd better talk. I was going to save this for later, but since now seems to be the right time I say it now. First, I am a little hurt.