You insert 1 finger then 2 – I begin to gyrate and fuck your fingers – juice dripping down your hand – begging for one – then 2 more fingers �...� you beging to slowly thrust your hand in my pussy – pressing your thumb in my ass – fucking both holes mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm again and again and again til I cum allll over your hand!I roll over and under you –grabbing your wonderfully hard cock – circling ever so gently the rim of it’s tip while you flick your tongue over my pussy lips – soaking wet –. In no fit state to go into details with him, it took me a few seconds to come up with a flustered “Late.”Acting much more in charge than I felt, I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand and his dark lashes fluttered shut. The callused tips of my fingers ran down his neck and undid the knot in his tie.“If you don’t want to, just say so and I’ll stop,” I said rather too magnanimously and immediately felt like an idiot for it. Stefan just stood there looking far from reassured but did not. Your head raises and you capture me with your eyes as you slide your index finger deep into my pussy. I try to hold your gaze, but can not keep from closing my eyes and arching my back in pleasure. You slowly pull your hand back and a hollow feeling begins to permeate my pussy…….until you reverse your path and this time two fingers burry themselves in my pussy. I gasp and hold your head to my breast as you once again begin sucking my nipple – this time with more force. You lightly scrape. I don't know how much damage was done or how much blood he lost before I got here. The wound is showing signs of infection and I can't give you any assurances that he will live. All you can do now is wait and pray."Claire and I broke out in wails of grief, but Louise gave him with a skeptical look, "Did you irrigate the wound with alcohol?" The doctor looked annoyed. "Did you irrigate the wound with alcohol?" she repeated."I'm the doctor, not you! What would a nigger know about medicine.