Ken was in no hurry to bring the asshole up to date and kept his peace. When they got to the Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula Marcia and C...nsuela were reunited with Ken. They sat in the crowded waiting room and talked. They were constrained from letting the conversation get too intimate because of the police officer who was standing guard over Ken. Apparently when you have put your fourth man into the hospital you are considered dangerous. ‘So tell us Connie, what happened with this. “If you only knew what I want to do to you...” I said, letting her wrists go and heading south, “you might want to break up with me.”I looked back up and saw her bite her lower lip. The anticipation was about to kill her. She cried out when I ducked my head and licked her core through the soft cotton. My tongue could taste her through the fabric of her panties, and I could feel the heat her center had generated. I took a deep breath so I could smell her arousal. Hotness!My nickname for her was. I grabbed hold of his cold shriveled-up little penis and dragged him by it over to my jet. I had to rub and stroke it a lot more than normal to get him hard. I convinced him to kneel on the seat like I had been doing then pulled his penis down so the jet's spray pulsed against his corona. I shamelessly squeezed and stroked him but his anxiety persisted. In spite of the heat, his face was still gray and when I felt his forehead, it was cold and sweaty. His eyes seemed to have lost much of. "You... don't... seem... to... be... understanding... me. Listen very closely."I opened one eye for a surreptitious peek, and damn if it wasn't another scriptwriter's wet dream. All I could see was the outline of a figure standing in front of the street lamp. He was surrounded by an aura from the light's halogen glow. I'm sure it was a trick of the light and the shadows and the fact that I was looking at him from two inches off the ground, but I swear he was eight feet tall. Thin, but still.