Nope just a bleeding bruise. I have like a three inch scab along the top of my head. I stayed awake for two hours to make sure of no concussion then t...ok a Naproxen to make sure I wouldn’t tighten up like a board during the night and other than a little soreness that I still have. That was that.It was a dissonant experience though. People were concerned for me which I’m glad of. The part that confused me was they were acting like this was some sort of major painful injury. I didn’t say anything. She peered at him with a questioning slightly puzzled look, was he taking the mickey? Was he serious about wanting to look, did he actually want more? Hermione tried to understand what the smug looking ginger haired teenager actually meant, but still she did not make a move to take away his "eye candy". Instead the girl smiled coyly and let her hands trail up her thighs to the hem of the skirt that obscured his vision and making Fred moan quietly under his breath."Want me to pull up my skirt. The first table she walked past was occupied. A guy and a woman in there mid thirties. As instructed, she walked over to the window and lifted her skirt. The woman saw her first and looked shocked. The guy turned to see what had horrified her and his face lit up as he stared at her snatch. The woman seemed annoyed at this and stormed off, after slapping the man. He came out of the restaurant and approached Sam, looking very angry. He began to rant at her, saying that was the first date he had. Like a gear stick, she clutched and shifted his cock with her inner flesh. He felt so good inside of her. The longer they went, the more she wanted...and she wanted it faster and harder. She bucked roughly on his hips. As he had done so many times already, Marko read her mind and body language and leaned forward, taking hold of her waist. As he thrust his hips forward, he pulled her down over and over. "Nnn! Marko!" she moaned. Her lips trembled and then whispered coarsely, "F-faster." Marko.