. feels more like two years. I'm so tired. I know I look like crap. Sitting in this hospital chair forty-eight hours straight will do that to anyone, ... Tom realized as he leaned forward to check on his wife again.Glancing up at the doctor, Tom wondered, 'When will she come out of her coma? Fuck ... sorry Lord ... I guess I should be thinking about how she will react when she does. So much has happened. I don't know if I'm sorry or elated that her life will be miserable from now on ... maybe. "What can I do?" You must be so sure of yourself," she said, bitterly.No, I didn't want an argument. All I wanted was to watch the big waves crashing, come back to the party and then take Camille to our bedroom and fuck her brains out."Not really. I trust her." Do you think it's wise?"The night before I married her, my best friend asked me why I thought she was marrying me."Because I love her. And she loves me." Why?"He was drunk, I let it go. But everyone thinks the same. I'm not bad, I'm. As Rachel sat down on one side of where I stood, next to Bailey, Bailey pulled my boxer shorts down, allowing my tool some freedom to breathe free. Precum already dripped from the tip end of my fully erect penis. Bailey leaned forward and kissed the tip end of my tool, lightly licking the precum from the end of my eight-inch circumcised tool with her wicked tongue as she held it up with her fingers. Then she looked over at Rachel.“I love the taste,” Bailey declared, pointing my cock in Rachel’s. She looked like she might sleep until noon. I didn't want to wake her, so I carefully slipped out from under her arm, then tucked my pillow back where I'd been and slipped off to the bathroom.I showered quickly, and dressed even faster, just pulling on panties, a skirt, and a blouse. I didn't bother with a bra or shoes. I slipped out of the door and into the bright, wonderful sunshine. I'd never felt this good. Ever. I wondered if this was what sex did for a person.It was after seven, but.