Holding his gaze she bent forward, drawn by the emotion in his eyes and the feeling of his life under her hands. Her lips stroked along his collar bon..., the salty taste of fresh sweat and pure male and aphrodisiac on its own. He moaned and his hands fell from her wrists, defeated by his own need - or just his confusion. She did not know but was happy to go on. What in the end stalled her was the view of her own hands on him, her nails still coated with the dried blood she had not been able to. Puis froid ? nouveau. Et faim. Et chaud. Plusieursfois il voulut ouvrir ses yeux, mais il n'y parvenait pas.Lorsqu'il ouvrit enfin ses yeux, il ?tait dans une chambre d'h?pital.Toute blanche, toute propre.Dehors, on entendait un brouhaha et par la porte entrouverte il vit desblouses blanches circuler.O? ?tait-il?Il voulut ouvrit la bouche mais il s'aper?ut qu'il avait ?t? intub? etil avait mal. Par la fen?tre, le ciel ?tait gris, et il pleuvait. Quand?tait-on?Il essaya alors de rassembler ses. IT was that awesome!! When I slid out of the way, another guy took my place. I caught my breath then went and grabbed a soda from the kitchen. When I returned to the bedroom, it was so crowded in the tiny bedroom with male participants and spectators that I had to stand in the doorway. The smell of testosterone permeated the air. It was so damn awesome to watch my very wicked wife knowing how much she loved having all these guys fuck her senseless. She had the two guys fucking her pussy as. But, really … I mean you’ve ridden on a motorcycle completely naked. You walked into a convenience store completely naked the same night.”“I wasn’t completely naked. I had nylons and heels on.”This was some things Sharon had never heard about me and she was paying attention. Dad said, “Oh, okay, I stand corrected.”Sharon chuckled at all this and finally said, “Oh, Michele, you know you are going to do it, anyway. Or do I need to get John over here?” John, although Sharon’s son, was her.