Nothing. &hellip, Peter? Still nothing. A few seconds later, I hear obvious footsteps, and see Peter enter our clearing. His blonde hair shines in the...sun, and his green eyes go straight to my hand that hasnt moved from between my legs. Started without me, huh? Couldnt help it, babe, I say, grinning. He kneels by the stump and pulls me towards him. Pulling my red mesh boyshorts to the side, he begins to lick me. Well, tries to. Peter, for all his other talents, cannot eat a pussy to save his. “I wonder what that will smell like tomorrow,” I thought, then rubbed my hand in my butt cheeks and smelled my fingers. It smelt pungent, strong. Reminded me of my own sweat, but also something else. Baxter’s own fluids, I imagined.I considered grabbing Baxter’s cock to see how it feels in my hand, but unfortunately most of it was already sheathed and Baxter got up to drop off from the sofa and do something else. “So you can’t stand as much as us, right bud?” I said as I scratched his head with. Kelly fingered her cunt as she was licking. Kelly saw a trail of women step up to the bar to eat Lindsay’s shaved cunt.Gayle was still next to Kelly and asked: “is your offer still good?”She laid down on a couch and pulled Kelly’s mouth to her trimmed, yet hairy pussy. Kelly brought Gayle to her first orgasm and was working on her second. She felt rubber rubbing up and down her slot. She knew what was coming next.Kelly felt the big black dildo impale her twat. She ate her Gayle to her second. Or Whether I will ever be ableto kiss him again. Assuming he'd want to I guess.If his pupils are dilated or one of them is blown there is nothing I cando. He will die.I remind myself he is post seizure, so maybe what I see needs to beaccounted for with that in mind.I hear my own deep drawing of breath as I let go of my air viva andprise both pupils open.Mid size and reactive.That means life.I still can't be sure what sort of a life, but I'm more optimistic thanI was moments earlier.I'm not sure.