"What would work?" I don't really like boys in that way. I never have. I don't know why. Ithought if I could at least kiss you, with the way you look ...nd all, butI know it's not the same."Marshal hugged her tightly, and began to stroke her hair. "I don't thinkthat's how it works anyway. I've not got much experience, but I knowthat you love who you love." But I don't think she loves me back." Who? Steph?"Eva nodded, tears streaming from her cheeks."I haven't known you guys very long, but I know. Without even thinking, my hand settled between my thighs and began stroking softly, my hips rising to press against my fingers.“Free tonight?”“Yes,” I answered hesitantly.“Good. You playing with yourself, Jenny?”“Yes,” I whispered, my face warm with embarrassment at her question and my admission.“You really are a dirty girl. You know the theatre on Union?“Yeah…”“Meet me out front at 10. Short skirt. The sweater you wore today. No bra or panties. Understood?”“Yes,” I managed, a little. He's back under now." The doctor mumbled something under her breath. "What's his BP?" "Ninety over forty, pulse is unsteady." "Shit. Get him on another unit of whole blood." "Already on it," a nurse replied. "And where the hell is Johnson?" The doctor demanded of the room in general. "I'm going to need help getting this kid's face rebuilt." If, she thought to herself, he even makes it that far.+++ I was lost in dreams. Images that seemed to flash by faster than I could assimilate them. More. As if on cue, Sarita screamed out for me to cum inside her pussy, and fuck her good. Not needing any further incentive, I spurted my first load of cum into her waiting womb, filing her with shot after shot of my creamy warm sperm. She said she wanted it all and pumped my cock with her fist, milking me like a cow’s cud. I emptied myself in her pussy, completely drained of any energy I had. Seeing she had briefly lost my attention, Shamita now began fingering herself off yet again, making sure I.