The Emergency Room Doctors at the Foothills Emergency Clinic had stopped the bleeding then sent me on to the hospital where there were real surgeons.T...e system could operate efficiently in the case of emergencies, but was lousy in ordinary care. I knew that if I required long term, or specialized care, I was going to be looking at months of fighting the system. I really didn't like that possibility. I could only hope the damage had been corrected before I woke up.I knew I could expect a drain. "You are the man of the house tonight. Go onand do what any red-blooded male would do to a gorgeous chick likeFelicity."Brad slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a taught chest of tightmuscles. His hair had been waxed to better show off his physique but atuft of pubic hair showed just above his belt. He moved towards me andpushed me down on my knees.I looked up at his towering body as he undid his belt and let his pantsdrop to the floor. I was staring straight ahead at his bulgingunderpants as. Do you think it'll fit into my pussy all right? I mean, I read all this stuff about how it hurts to get screwed the first time, bleeding and all that. But I don't care about that, either, so don't let it bother you, okay?" O-okay," he muttered, sitting down on the couch beside her. Her skin was very smooth against his, all warm and silken, and her inquisitive fingers sent an electric tingle up and down his rigid cock when she touched it.His sister's tits felt crazy under his palms, pulsing with. Her globular breasts, at last half free of her dress's neckline, rose and fell steadily."Miss," I said, nodding to her and getting my feet to the floor, "good-day t'you." I did my best to lay in a bit of a northcountry twang, a Scottish sound I hoped."Who the 'ell are you?" she asked sharply, "an' wot the 'ell are you doin' in my room, in my house f'that matter, drinking my wine, dirtying my furniture?"I reached up, held her chin and kissed her sweetly. "Cousin," I said with a smile, as I.