Now, years later, she had only the scar and a slight limp to show what she'd been through. Since the accident, he'd only seen her in jeans, slacks, or...long skirts and dresses. Not that she'd been one for micro minis, but he knew she wasn't comfortable in anything that displayed any of her leg. He didn't care, though. To him, the scar was just proof that she was alive. If he had the guts, he would tell her that, and how much he loved her. Right, he thought. If I had the guts . . . and. I know it hurts right now, but that's totally normal. You have to give it enough time and I promise it will start to feel real good. Here, let's use some more lube."She pulled her cock about halfway out and as she withdrew, I felt like she was dragging my insides out along with her dick.Nikki grabbed the lube again and poured some more onto her hand, removing her cock all the way now and smearing the lube all over my ass crack again. She applied more to her dick, pushing the head right back. . so she continued, "Davey boy, I could tell you the rest, but why don't you meet us tomorrow at the house? I think we both can help her ... you know, make her 'feel better' about everything?..." I told Mary that it sounded very, very interesting ... then Mary said, "Oh yeah ... she has big tits, too ... you may get to see them, if we are lucky..."At this point I was totally fascinated, and could only ask "what time?" Mary said they would go to breakfast tomorrow morning, then be at the house. I licked my fingers and felt my cunny, hot to the touch as I tried to place the voice. “Oh my Goooood! You’ve got four in! Oh God it feels good. Keep going!” it said. I knew that voice. It was Melia! My FRIEND. She was clearly being fingered, and with four fingers no less!“You’re going to make me cum,” she said desperately. “Oh God you’re gonna make me squirt!”And then a gasp that I thought was the start of her climax changed to a cry of protest. “No, no! It won’t fit! Don’t! Don’t push it.