The first thing she told me was that Linda had lost her legs, but that she was still alive. She had some serious internal injuries, but the prognosis ...as good overall. Her condition was still a little guarded and she was still in surgery, but they were “just cleaning her . . . her s-s-stumps” – she broke down and sobbed for a few minutes before continuing. They were trimming off the bones in case she might be eligible for prosthetic devices later. “Oh, my poor baby,” Mom sobbed. I had a big. After eating, it was common for a joint to be lit up and passed around, and today was no exception. One of the guys, Brian, along with his wife Anne, who always had been a bit of a pothead couple, had brought along a couple of trays of chocolate brownies, one of which was immediately demolished by the kids. The other, he kept a more protective eye over. Not surprisingly, I suspected these were laced with pot. He lit up a tote and passed it around, most of us taking a drag. Dave was more than. Controlling himself, Stan began disrobing. While he was struggling with his shirt buttons he felt Anne's hands tugging on his belt. Before he could get the shirt completely off, she'd undone the belt and pulled it from the loops, letting go of the belt once it was free. He was still removing the last sleeve when she attacked the button and clip at the waist before unzipping his fly.She pulled at Stan, getting him to stand. Stan held her for a moment, indicating for her to wait. He removed his. "John, I want to see you fucked in the ass by this man. It doesn't make you gay because you are fucking a woman at the same time. I need you to do this for me. Tap my leg if you will do this for me." I request. He thinks for a minute and then taps my leg in compliance. I smile at the stranger and nod towards John's ass. He aligns his hips and cock with John's tight, pink ass and starts pressing his large head inside. Meanwhile John's licking the cum out of my pussy and playing with my.