Instead of keeping my eyes straight ahead, I turned my head and admired her firm butt as she was running away in the opposite direction. I stepped on ... crack on the road, my left foot slipped and I fell awkwardly. I sat on the pavement, looking at my left ankle. Great, twisted ankle. An angel-liked voice came above my head, ‘Are you alright?’ I looked up, there she was. ‘No, not really, I twisted my ankle. Can you help me up?’ She helped me up by putting my left arm around her shoulder. I felt. His large fat fingered hand was sliding inside any second her exhausted muscles would swallow his knuckles and he would be up to his wrist inside her."Oh Rachel you bad girl, "he said huskily his hand feeling like it was wrapped in a slimy hot towel. He moved his fingers opening his palm Rachel biting her lip, her eyes glazing over. Her feet tapped on the chair her thighs quivering he noticed her tits were fuller nipples hardened; the nurse had brought her to peak quite satisfactorily.The nurse. She drank in his urgent need of her, seeing the lust for her in his eyes, which then clouded with a flash of worry and guilt.“I’m getting onto our bed,” she said assertively. “I want you, Peter.”He stood uncertain, as she lay back and allowed her legs to fall slightly open. This was familiar territory, she vamping him and he reluctant for fear of making her pregnant. She had to say again what she always said when reaching this point.“It’s perfectly safe, Peter. Come to bed. Take me!”Up to this. One thing that I love about Martin is the unabashed, gritty, realistic take on human relationships, both the sex and the violence! As well as the dark world of politics and intrigue, among other things. Banking, I mean, Martin includes banking and other mundane realities of war, government, and economics, to say the least! Now, if you had to make a dirty version of the Fellowship of the Rings, what would be the first thing that you did?” I asked the others.“Oh, I’d start by making Pip and Merry.