" Look at her go'n now shit she's fuckin your finger, shit try an get another one in an streach her out." Oowwweee, Owe, Oh God, Don't, OOooh, Stop, U...Ummm, Don't, Ohhnnna, Stop, Don't Stopppp, Ahhhh, OOOOhhh!" Stop rubbin her clit, she almost came, I want her beggin for it, Man." NOOOO DON'T STOP, OOHH!" Shit Man, Ya almot got her Off, Bitch ya don't 'Come' until Ya beg me for it." SLAP." OOOWWWEEE!" Give me that pool stick, Take it apart and give me the big half, This'll get ya ready for some. A part of me wants to reach down and stroke myself, but I made a commitment to myself before I started that this was going to be a hands-free orgasm. As I type away I realize I have this rhythm going between my thighs. I glance down again. There is a small bead of precum fluid forming a puddle at the tip of my cock. I would normally take my forefinger and rub it in at the underside of my cock, that sensitive area just beneath the head. I give my thighs a hard squeeze together, squishing both. You took a hell of a beating that would normally need surgery, but you need no stitches and there's hardly loss of blood." He tells me. "Great!" I say sarcastically. "So when can I leave, I got things to figure out." The doctor looks at me as if I should be grateful I'm still alive, but alive for what? "We wanna keep you for another day for observation. When we went through your belongings we found a number and address for your aunt Jodi. We're gonna have her come down so someone can look after. If you would care to inspect ? examine ? you know, lookaround the general vicinity, gather up all of your personal belongings, Imust ask you to excuse yourselves at this time."Later that evening, after Jack's class, they were together in theirdormitory. Jack was sitting backward on the kitchen chair, draping hisarms over the back, holding a bottle of beer idly in one large hand.Brandy was seated on the leather sofa, wearing her suddenly oversizedclothing. Nothing fit, not in the way it was.