For the rest of the afternoon "nursing" consisted mainly of giving him a couple teaspoons of alcohol every two or three hours. It didn't, I knew from ...he residual knowledge he'd put in my head so effortfully the previous night, have the same effect on him that it did on humans; it was mainly a prophylactic and a mild stimulant. The greatest risk of surgery, I knew, was post-operative infection, and the second-greatest a systemic lethargy that would slow recovery; this guarded him against. Her moaning increased in pitch, she was now sweating as badly as I was, making small puddles form upon the bedsheets. Her orgasm began to come, her back arching more and more, my fingers continuing their pleasure and my own manhood pulsing with bliss. Then, with a loud moan of her own making, she reached her orgasm, arching to an incredible degree, and sank back down into the bedsheets and pillow, her moans simmering lower to a normal tone, a silly satisfaction grin plastered on her face.I. “Uska naam hai Danny, haan woh Christian hai…humlog 1st year se bf-gf hai…”Me- “ok….ab direct uss non-veg part par jao”Anu- “huh…badmash…batati hu…”She continued…Issi baar ki baat hai, humlog wapas Delhi aa rahe the…par thand ke mausam or kohra(fog) ke karan train 11 hours late thi…toh raat ka time tha…humlogo ne ek hotel liya…uske niche ek pub aur disco bhi tha…hum log waha gaye…aur 3-3 shot tequila piye aur tab tak naache jab tak thak na gaye…karib, 2 hours baad, hum dono room par aaye aur. Her long brunette hair with ashy blonde ends nearly reached the top of her plumpy asses.All I wanted was to grab a handful of it, bend her over, and fuck my friend’s sister until she couldn’t walk. But that was my imagination, and she’d never let me do that. I drop her at the office and came home. I masturbated thinking about her and slept.When she came home, she was looking dull. I inquired what happened, but she said nothing and was crying. I tried to conceal her and cleaned her tear. (Guys,.