Danni winced."Everything will be all right, Danni. I feel better now," Rachel explained softly.Danni nodded."Bring me the shoes, dear!"Danni looked ar...und and saw that her mother's pumps were left off near the table. He brought them, then rested them beside her feet. Rachel slipped the right shoe on, looked at her swollen ankle and sighed.The doorbell started to ring. Danni didn't react at first."Danni, the door," Rachel rasped.Danni got out to open the front door.The paramedic took a cursory. Slowly the man let go of Jeanine, letting her stand on trembling legs. Mark stares up at them, not sure what he is suppose to do now. Jeanine looks down and sees the need in Mark's eyes. "Come here" she speaks to him. On hands and knees Mark start to crawl to her. His eyes locked with hers. When he is close Jeanine speaks again. "If you can make me cum without your hands, I may let you fuck me too". Almost running towards her Mark sits down before her. He sniffs, smelling the cum and arousel of. On my first weekend I’d picked up a couple that I was getting a little frisky in my back seat, but nothing beyond making out and some second base stuff. That had been the extent of any “confessions” action for me. Right up until tonight. I started my night in the usual way. I like to start in one of the busier suburbs and if it takes me into the city, so be it. I took a couple to the casino, then I took a waitress home after her shift. She wasn’t so happy about the tipping that night from. What happened was no one's fault except mine. After all, I was the grown-up. I could lay the blame on my husband for ignoring me, but the bottom line is that I could have, at any point along the way, kept it from happening. Could I have stopped it? Yes. Should I have stopped it? Most definitely. Did I want to stop it? Even now, knowing how it all turned out, I can't honestly answer that one.Darrel and I were high school sweethearts from the eighth grade to graduation. I gave Darrel my "pearl of.