" She said. "Don, you know how I feel. I don't really want this to turn into some kind of dirty peep show for your uncle. I know that this is strange ...nd it's hard to even explain how I feel. Would you still want to participate and help me and your uncle if you have to wear this mask and let me collect your sperm in the bathroom?"I looked at her, she was still holding the mask at her side and it didn't look very appealing to me. I had never really seen one before, but I had seen them on. .. some other unknown sound.... something being put on the floor. Than that same zipper again....followed by the same sounds. Bridget keeps listening. What else can she do. Then...more sounds. She has no idea of what she's hearing. Being blindfolded for the first time and being so aroused doesn't help her either to recognise the sounds. She can hardly think straight. All she can think about is to control her breathing, because she's on the verge of hyperventilating. A noise of something like. He looked around. A hospital room. This made sense, because he’d just had a heart attack. Nobody had told him this; he hadn’t been conscious. But even as he had lost consciousness he knew what was happening. He was only surprised that it hadn’t killed him outright. It still could, he knew. He felt of his chest; no incision. So, he hadn’t had any major surgery yet; that would come in the next day or so, maybe later today.If he died on the operating table, he thought, those two brats would. I said, "Why don't you join us." Their names were Erol and Mike. They were on a hike and had intended to spend the night at the top of the hill, with their sleeping bags. They were very hesitant around Carol. Carol wasn't hesitant at all. She put her arms around Erol's neck and pulled him in for a passionate tongue kiss. Erol was hesitant and kept his arms by his side. Carol pulled one of their hands and put it on her tit, then she moaned. Mike, John and I all stood around watching my wife.