In many ways, she reminded me of Mary when I first met her, the only difference being that Erin had been a virgin. She loved chess, was a good student... and seemed to be pretty self-confident. In other words, she was my type. I didn’t feel any specific romantic inclinations or love towards her, though. I wasn’t sure what it was, but for some reason, we didn’t ‘click’ like Jennifer, Joyce, or even Becky. I was actually glad about that, because I didn’t need any more entanglements than I already. “How much blood did you lose?” I whispered in her ear.Sven and Donald had left the restaurant. Rachel looked me in the eyes. “We couldn’t find a first aid kit, and we didn’t want the towels to get all bloody. The toilet paper was already low, so I just let it bleed into the sink…” she teared up, and I sat her down. I gently uncurled the fingers of her left hand and removed the blood soaked napkin. She had made a good two inch incision across her palm, diagonally. It was a good clean cut, I kept. Her blonde hair that d****d over her shoulders, gorgeous big tits, beautiful lips and stunning green eyes. It looked like she had just thrown on her trainers and ran over since she was in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Her boobs still looked big, poking through her t-shirt.. It felt good to having someone holding me who cared about me. I spilled the whole story of everything he made me do (sucking his cock until he cum in my mouth and fucking me up the arse/ass) and what had happened. She did. So I knew if I backed up just slightly I could press my ASS against his thigh or if I got lucky and he did not pull back his Bugle. Well he must have had his mind on my ASS. As I backed up an inch or two I felt his thigh touch mine. At the same time I felt His Bulge touch my ASS. I did not move. I waited for him to pull away or keep pressing against me. He did not pull away and I felt his hand touch my ASS. As I straitened up I put my hand between his legs and up his thigh. He moved his hand to.