"All of us drove to the clinic and hospital in town. The doc met us at the door and told me, "Ben's still with us, but he wants to talk to you. I'm co...ing in with you, as he's acting like talking to you is going to be the last thing he does."The female physician looked at the women, "You can come along, but Ben may not want to talk in front of you. Try to act in good spirits; he doesn't want a bunch of crying going on."The three women looked at each other and all nodded their understanding.. Thank God Stoney’s dad was dead, bless his soul. I watched Mrs. S. shift from foot to foot. Her ass rolled luxuriously behind her. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. Shit, I thought, I’m getting a hard-on thinking about my best friend’s mom while Stoney’s in the freaking basement. My cock had a life of its own – – I could feel it crawling down the leg of my pants as I thought about the wild sex Mrs. S. and I had had at Jack’s party. The old. He stuck it in the lock, then grabbed her and began pulling her shirt off. Sara tried to stop him, but in one motion, Ralph had pulled the sweatshirt up over her head, tickling her ribs and mouthing her nipples. Sara began to laugh, stifling her giggles for fear of bringing a neighbor out into the hall to see what was going on. At the same time, she struggled to pull her head and arms out of the confining shirt. She wasn't going to take such treatment without fighting back.As soon as her hands. Before I could move, she already noticed my hand gently stroking my clit. She smiled, and licked her lips. She grabbed my hand and quickly lead me too the small single bathroom, and locked the door. Her smooth voice escaped her lips. "Oh my God, you're definitely a wet one, aren't you?" She said with a hint of tease in her voice. I stammered, "I-I...uhm..." I've never been aroused by somebody so intensely, and quickly. She ran her hand up my thigh, and over my pulsating, wet (almost dripping).