” I knew she would have serious symptoms for a week. We just called it a “headache.” Now, they call it a “concussion”.She sipped the aromati... liquor and shook her head like a dog drying himself off. Then she took another deep sip. The color was coming back into her cheeks and her eyes were better focused. Eight months in the trenches and a lifetime of fistfights makes you expert in head injuries. I held a hand up to each eye. Her pupils reacted normally.I scooped her up in my arms. She weighed. Judy Miller’s Duke Blue bikini panties became wet. She felt weak in the knees, “Oh mmmm”, she nearly swooned; this was a take charge man who wasn’t going to take any gruff off of her!He would give her the sex of her life to take her mind of her blistered bottom. He cozies up behind her and ripped the bikini panties off her forty year-old still round and shapely ass.Deep strokes to her center while he gave her “sharp spanks” on her tender outer thighs to spur his mount to victory.Lauren watched. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to the fourthbutton, exposing all her cleavage as well as a good portion of both breasts.Her nipples were erect and easily seen through the fabric, making my crotchfeel warm and wet. I was starting to get that feeling again, that somethingwas changing on me!"I'm glad you came back." She smiled at me, glancing down at my breastsobviously. "I was thinking about you all the while you wee gone." Oh?" I said. I liked how she smelled. Kind of like flowers. "Like what?". Her submissive nature was obvious even in sleep - she was clutching her collar chain with both hands for comfort. "You thought of letting her die in theater, didn't you Duncan - it would have been so easy ... just slice through an artery, puncture her intestine or simply increase the anesthetic ... but you didn't kill her. Why not?" Stephen, I..." The words weren't adequate. " ... I was very tempted but I know how much this wee girl means to you. I'm leaving the decision in your hands.If you.