They took her home to an apartment building, which had the front steps decorated and a hand made sign that read, "Welcome Home Jae!" She felt special,...even if she had no clue as to who these people were, they obviously cared about her a great deal to make a banner and decorate for her. Jae smiled and said thank you to everyone and said that she was glad to be home, even if she was still on crutches.Most of the cuts and bruises had healed but a few still had a yellowish color to them. She had. "Why? What were they doing, baby?" They were trying to look down my shirt and trying to grab my titties. One of them even pulled up my skirt! He started to put his hand in my panties!" Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I know boys can be so mean sometimes," he said and once again his eyes seemed to study my body. Then he added, "But you can also look at it this way - it means they like what they see - - Just like I do."I guess I'd not thought of it like that. A smile and a blush went over my face and I felt. His eyes trained on her mat of soft downy honey coloured pubic hair, which now glisten with what he presumed to be her juice. His eyes follow the stray rivulet of juice that has dripped down the inside of her thighs, and he can see that the drip is actually work in progress, as the trail looks very fresh and recent.As if to explain what she had been doing in while she was gone, she reveals the object she has been hiding behind her. She brings it up to her lips and licks the tip so erotically. God, they need to be sucked," she suddenly hissed. "I need to have someone suck them dry. I need to nurse a good, little, greedy, boy! Oh, God, I have to go out again, tired or not." And with one milk-covered hand, she gave her pussy a furtive rub. Deanna unhooked her bra, cast it aside, and made a mad dash for the sonic shower. She had done this primarily to be presentable outside her quarters, but in her current state, it did a great deal more. As the waves of sound caressed her engorged.