“Kaisaa lag raha hai mera lund, ” Sir asked, and it really choked my throat almost vomiting a lot of spit and sir applied the same to his cock and...started rubbing it on my face. He withdrew his prick and asked me to lick his balls telling me, “Mera lund itna accha chusa hai tune ab use hi achi teri chudai mast karunga rand.Aaj teri chut ko chodke uspe mera laude ka thappa laga dunga aur tujhe meri randi banuga”.“Apne kapde nikal, mujhe tere nang jism dekhne hain”. I was still holding his cock. Mom called ahead and told them we were transporting a rape and beating victim. I was doing my own best to be upbeat about the day’s events and her life and mine being in turmoil. We were halfway there when Mom’s phone rang. She answered, then spoke for a minute, then thanked the caller and ended the call. Mom parked close to the Emergency Room, then opened her own door and moved to the back seat to hold Rita, too. “Chief, get a wheelchair or gurney for her. We’ll get her inside and put her on a. And “Eric”. A bit older than I was expecting. But I could see why Shelly chose him. He was ripped. I mean he was RIPPED. Great smile. A little more tan than I would have liked. A large tattoo on his chest and a couple on his arms. Silvery five o’clock shadow that betrayed the dark brown “Just For Men” he’d obviously been using on his shoulder-length hair. Total bad-boy look. Apparently he had been a “pro” wrestler on the independent circuit until a knee injury derailed his career. And he was. He happily agreed and when Barbara met me I took her to his apy where he lived with his parents who were not at home. He was now 19 years old , still a little heavy but his cock was already the size of a well hung man. Barbara will love it I thought. We knocked on his door and I introduced barb to him. He was in a bathrobe and told us to come in and pointed to a chair and told me to sit there and motioned for Barb to sit at the end of the couch. He laid on the opposite end and lifted one leg up.