‘You okay?’ he asked. Ashira nodded. ‘I’ve had enchiladas almost every day for two months. If I see another enchilada, I’ll scream,’ she t...ld him. Jake laughed. ‘Sir, we need to take her to the hospital,’ the paramedic said. Reluctantly, Jake pulled away from Ashira and allowed the paramedics to help Ashira into the back of the ambulance. -3 hours later- ‘May we come in?’ Jake asked from the doorway. Ashira nodded, and even though she was obviously exhausted, she looked relieved to see them.. He put it around Jenny's neck. It was long enough to wrap around her twice and hang several inches below the bottom of her breasts.If they could only stay home. Jenny felt somehow, this evening would turn itself upside down. What could go wrong with such a perfect start? Jenny picked up her small clutch purse and opened it to get her silver hoop earrings."You better go up and get dressed. If you aren't ready soon, I'm going by myself. I'm not going to let these clothes go to waste." Jenny had. She guided him as his tongue, in unrelenting fashion, flicked back and forth across her engorged clit. John revealed in her taste. Sasha became even wetter as his curved fingers moved in and out of her vagina. Each finger stroke was met with a pelvic thrust and a muscular contraction. Suddenly the room was filled with an erotic cry. Her thighs squeezed John's head in vice-like fashion. Her hands pulled down hard against the back of his head. His mouth and nose were sealed tightly against her. Then Michael spotted a pamphlet on the table advertising a special for ‘hot buttered rum’. “Could you bring us a couple of hot buttered rums while we wait?” I was sure that the waiter would ask to see our IDs, which would have indicated that neither of us was twenty-one. Michael was not yet eighteen, and I had only recently passed my nineteenth birthday. Neither of us really looked of legal age. But to my amazement, the waiter simply said, “Coming right up.” After the waiter left, I turned to.