She'd just come off a double shift at the hospital. She needed a shower, food and sleep, in that order. She had to finish her anatomy homework before ...lass the next day. Finished with her hair, she turned up the hot water and let the spray work the ache out of her back. There'd been a ton of emergency flu cases. Before she left, a rumor went around the hospital that one of the morgue attendants had been bitten by an angry patient. She moved away from the shower head, letting the spray hit her. Kissing her neck, I murmured, 'You want to hear something funny? When I was getting gas on the way here, I met a man who warned me to stay off Goodlin Road, and specifically to stay away from you. Claimed you'd had seven or eight husbands and killed them all."Laura chuckled. "Ah. That would be Baxter Carlson. He's my second husband's great-uncle, and he still carries on like I personally climbed up there and pushed Glen off that oil rig. That's why I don't let Glen's k**s see him, even though. I slowly undressed him, kissing every exposed piece of flesh. He smelled good and now I did nothing to hide my hard on. He did notice it; I saw him staring at it. When I got to his crotch I slow peeled off his underwear and loved seeing my prize. His seven inch, thick, uncut cock would fit nicely down my throat. I always loved foreskin and took advantage of playing with it. I heard him moaning and was turned on even more. I licked his shaft and played with his balls. He rubbed my bald head and. " she said to me and walked on by, her pert nose stuck up in the air."Betty May, I hope it's you who's sick to almost dying like I am. I'll just laugh at you." I yelled at her. Then my stomach gave one last lurch and I let fly one last time. I went over to the hand pump that stood all by itself at one end of the small fair grounds and hurriedly washed off my face and rinsed out my mouth. I ran wet fingers through my hair and hurried to find my parents."Oh, there you are, David, I was afraid you.