Daisy did as she was told and I pushed my face close and inhaled and sat back still uncomfortable. "Well taste it, what is wrong with you. This woman ...as her pussy all open and you did not even taste it, if you like then smell you will love the taste." Walt said. So I leaned back in and licked at her clit. Daisy gasped just a little. "Tell you what Mike, how about you stick your dick in there and see how she feels. I think you will agree with me that she has the best pussy." Walt said. Daisy. "Very good!" He nodded. "Ok, John, do you understand what I'm saying?" I started to speak and got the pain spikes again. I tried to nod, but that was even worst. "Ok. Let try this: squeeze my hand once." I wasn't even sure where my hands were so I squeezed both just to make sure I had one. The right one was holding something. "Good! Now squeeze my hand twice." I squeezed it twice. "Excellent! Ok, John, you're in a hospital. You were in an accident and you were hit on the head. You've been. “Not much, to be honest. I remember seeing the car coming at us. The impact. I know our car must have spun around. I remember Emily screaming. And police sirens. Although I suppose that could have been the ambulance afterwards.”“No, it was the police. The car that hit you was stolen, and the police were in pursuit. That’s why he pulled out to the right, to bypass the cars waiting at the lights. According to the eye-witness accounts—and there are plenty of them—he swerved to avoid a car turning. I love to edge myself over and over until exploding all over my chest to the appreciation of viewers. On some occasions, I leave the drapes to my room open and fantasize that someone is secretly watching me, which led to the following story about fantasy meeting reality.It was already dark when I checked into my hotel in the Manhattan Financial District. My long, but productive day ended with a good steak and some red wine, and I was already relaxed as I settled into my room on the tenth.