”“Let me talk to Doctor Mercer,” I said.I walked back into the hallway. My hands were sweating and I was within a second of simply bolting for t...e door to the hospital with intent to commit murder.“Doctor Mercer, may I speak to you?” I asked.She took me back to the small room we’d been in before.“I know what happened,” I said.“What?”“It wasn’t what you thought. Joyce called her.”“I thought you told her not to call!”“I did. She said she wouldn’t. I’m beyond pissed off at the moment.”“Please. He then pushed my wife back onto his torso, impaling himself again in Ana’s ass. My wife cried and she spread her thighs wide. The first guy then moved between her legs and with one swift movement he rammed his whole cock deep into Anita’s wet cunt. "Yes… fuck me harder, you fucking bastards…!" Ana cried loud.Both men kept fucking her in earnest, as my sweet wife screamed and begged them to fuck her even harder and faster.When the guy in her ass started to cum, his friend pumping Ana’s cunt. ’ So then I thought, ‘take off your bra.’ ‘You know I think I will take my bra off.’ That is when I realized I couldn’t say it aloud I could only think it. Next, I thought about a blow job and had her begging to polish my knob. It was funny because she said she wanted to suck me off because oral wasn’t sex and therefore she could still save herself. You can imagine that after my blow job, I was pretty happy with myself and as I walked her back to her dorm I thought, ‘pull up your skirt and. That was an accident. Really." As Ronnie recapped the lotion bottle she laughed shyly and told Martha, "God, Martha, you don't have those things on you when I give you a rubdown. I'm not used to them. They're so mysterious and amazing, and I never saw them from this angle." They both tittered about that, and Ronnie said guiltily, "Oh, Martha, we're being so--" and they both sniggered, and Ronnie said, "Well, he's--" and Martha said quickly and insistently, "Shh. He'll be all right," and Ronnie.