After dinner the dancing commences, slow pleasant music and I offer to dance and Joy is quick to get on the floor. I take her hand, holding Joy gentl..., swaying to the music, feeling her body against mine. I realise how nice this is feeling, having to move away slightly knowing what effect she is having on me. We dance for quite a while before we go back to our table. I get Joy another wine as we chat, my gaze keeps reverting to her, peeking at her cleavage every time she looks away. I know. I relaxed at his expression not realizing how tensely I had been holding myself. ‘Whatever I was feeling at that invasion dissipated the moment I got the call about you. You scared me to death. I know the network rang up your parents and they are flying in as we speak. No, you can’t protest! We had no idea how severely you were injured.’ I collapsed against the pillow my inept rebellion over. My body definitely did not want to hear anything about moving. The doctor walked in then and. I put my index finger along with the deep furrow, which was virtually closed, and rubbing it alongside. I tried to open it, there was a loose skinny flap like our testicles skin. As I touched it she startled and shivered with unbearable passion. My finger got all wet with slimy fluid. “Why is it so wet?” I asked innocently. She laughed and said, “you yourself made it so wet. It is natural that girls become wet there when they got excited.”“Are you excited?”“What do you think?”“Yes I think so, I. He looked up at me, his face wet from my cunt juices, and kissed me, our tongues mingling. I could feel his cock against my hole, solid again. I reached down and rubbed his cock against my clit. He felt good. I held the tip of his cock against my opening, and pushed myself against him. The head disappeared between my lips. He gripped my knees and brought them up level with my shoulders, and sank his prick deep into me. Fuck, I could almost feel him in my stomach. He stretched me wide, my cunt.