But my stomach grumbled. It had been almost six hours since I had a bite to eat, and I simply couldn’t resist. Unwrapping the sweet mass of brown go... proved to be a challenge, but one I was eagerly facing. Spurred on by my stomach, I finally managed to get the wrapping removed on all but one side, and I even managed to stuff the whole thing - no chance in taking a bite, I could probably have pulled on a corner and moved to the other end of the room without tearing it - into my mouth with just a. All the neighborhood gang would comment on the size of our siblings breast. Anyway my friend got kind of frisky with my s*s. She fought initially then kind of gave in to his groping. He pulled her shirt and bra up exposing her wondrous orbs. She didn't seem to mind that I was looking at her gazongaz so I went for it and reached out gently pinched her nipples and by this time my friend had her pants off and his finger in her inviting pussy. I guess she came and that was that. She warned me. Fuck, you’re a fucking broken record. You miss her, you want her, you’re terrified of what could be. Everything’s awkward, you don’t know how to act around her, and you keep having this internal monologue with yourself every fucking time you’re within ten feet of her for more than thirty fucking seconds! ENOUGH ALREADY!“Ohmigawd!” I yelled. “Shut UP!”Dawn stopped in her tracks and gave me a funny look. “Um, I didn’t say anything.”So filled with frustrated rage, rather than feel embarrassed, I. Horrible. A student nurse takes pity on me and finds me a glass of orange juice. Then, it's nurse my residual aches and pains, half watching the morning activity around me until rounds. Doctor poking, prodding, shining lights in my eyes. "Well, Mister Fletcher, I think we can kick you out this morning. We'll give you a list of instructions. The aches and pains should subside over the next few days ... take paracetamol, or ibuprofen. If the latter, make sure you eat something first. Any.