Al was sitting hunched over in a booth looking like death warmed over, and there was a middle-aged man kneeling next to him, presumably the son. Al wa... leaning forward, obviously struggling to breathe.Errol asked, "Is there an ambulance on the way? He definitely needs oxygen."The son looked up and asked, "Are you a medic of some kind?" No, but I know enough to see that Al needs help now." Yes, I think you're right. The problem is that the ambulance is about thirty miles off and they're not. Rolling over onto the warm cement, Samantha positioned her empty bottle on the ground directly under Sara’s crotch. Placing one hand on each of the teacher’s hips, Samantha adjusted Sara so that the top of the beer bottle was pressing against her pussy lips.Slowly, applying just as much pressure as was necessary, Samantha eased Sara downward until the whole neck of the bottle had disappeared inside her. Then Samantha wrapped her hand around the base of the bottle and began to gently move it. Her name was Geisel, fair having the stats of 36-29-36 soft nice and a bit naughty.We flirted but I never was interested in her it was just casual talking. She had this wonderful ass though that always got my attention she knew I had a thing for her ass she would purposely rub against my crotch and give me a boner, at parties I would ask her to dance with me and take every opportunity to let my hand slip to her wonderful pear shaped soft ass, even she never minded it, we would pass up on each. I know why, I was still too inhibited. What really upsets me is that when I was finally able to overcome my inhibitions about sex, I still didn't include you. I should have taken you by the hand, back tracked and guided you through the early part of the journey. It was a part of the journey that I'd already completed, but you're my partner. We needed to go through the entire journey together and I didn't do that with you. I wish I would have let you teach me how to give a blow job. We could.