"Lana looked at me seriously and said, "It's a wonder you'd let her do that at all considering all the places her tongue was last night."Laura grabbed...my cock and pulled me over towards her as she responded, "He didn't mind where I had my tongue last night. You should be glad I put it there, it got him hard enough for that marathon cowgirl fucking you gave him before he went to sleep."I reluctantly pulled away from greedy Laura as Kari began to wipe me down with a soapy washrag. I pulled her. He felt the spongy, dripping walls and forced his fingers quickly in and out, watching as fresh juice sprayed out over his hand. The squelching fluid made rude noises and dribbled down his wrist while he fucked me frantically with even more fingers. Facing him, with one hand squeezing his base and the other grabbing his rod, I jerked him hard... watching his crazed face on the brink of cumming. I felt the blood pumping through him, under my fingers and knew he was seconds away. Holding him. “Trevor, baby. It’s time to wake up.” I say quietly. Your arms tighten around me and you rub your face in my breasts, for a bit, before you go back to sleep. “Trevor, come on, baby. Get up for a few minutes.” More smooshing your face around my breasts, and even a little tired sucking of one of my pink nipples, when you find it.I bite my lip, as the pleasure from you sucking my tit, goes straight to pool warmly deep within my belly. “Trevor, if you don’t get up…” I sigh dramatically. “I guess we. To his surprise, Donald, Diana, and Gary followed behind the ambulance in their car.At the hospital, they had to wait for the dermatologist to arrive. Surprised that they had called in a dermatologist, Ed asked, “Why can’t you stitch me up?”Shrugging, the nurse said, “We get a lot of rich folks up here and they don’t like scars. It’s standard practice to call in the dermatologist to sew people up. We’d use a plastic surgeon, but we don’t have one anywhere around here.”Donald and Gary stood.