Nothing, all he could smell was dust. He tasted the wet and metallic sweetness of his own blood."Concussion must have damaged my ear drums." he said. ...is own voice rattled from side to side inside his head but no other sound was heard. Slowly he levered himself to his hands and knees. There was a sharp pain in his side. Feeling there, he found it dry but tender. There were no tears in his heavy work shirt. He'd either bruised his side badly, or had broken a rib. Slowly, gingerly, he raised up. It was 1pm when I left the warehouse and I got home about 1:30. Boy was I surprised, the cul-de-sac at the end of my road probably had 20 cars parked in it and there was at least 20 more parked in the field across the driveway from the house. They had left the driveway empty for me so I put my bike back under my carport. When I took my helmet off I heard all kinds of laughing, yelling and cheering coming from in back of the house. They must be having one hell of a party. I went inside and. .. ahhhh.... damn...." "Oh God, Carol.... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna... OWWWWW!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- Pain yanked me back to reality. "What the fuck! That hurts!" Carol sat poised at the end of my twitching cock, her hand in a vice grip around my balls. Giving me an evil grin, she said, "Good, it's suppose to. You were going to cum." "Ah... Yeahhhh." "You don't get to cum yet." "You're kidding right?" "No. I'm not kidding." With my balls still. We were both turned on after seeing your bush. My man wants me to let my bush grow, and he told me to tell you not to trim yours.“The way you slowly raised your dress to expose your huge extended clitoris with lots of jet black pubic hair while you asked, “Is that erotic or not?,” was an absolute turn on as you smiled at three men and three women all staring at it, the women especially. We have both been horny and fantasizing about you ever since.”“How many times have you had sex since I saw.