"Going to come all over her face?"Tommy stroked a little faster."Spurt on her, baby! Spray her! Face and tits. You can do it."I grinned at both of the...."Yeah, Tommy. Now!"And he did. He got me all over. Cheeks, nose, lips, neck, and the last little bit on my boobs."Yeah!"That was all Tommy could manage as he stroked and pumped and squeezed himself to get the last little bit out.In a minute Monica came around and took Tommy gently in her mouth to clean him a little, then she moved on to me. A. Her sex must have called to him, somehow, in her desirous stupor. A door creaks on its hinges in their bedroom. Knees akimbo, a rumpled sheet still at work on the juncture between her thighs, she glances over her shoulder. He meets her eyes. She can hear the sound of his bag being dumped, the impatient thump of shoes onto floorboards, a zipper and the dull thud of cloth. In a moment, his arms are either side of her splayed form. Body heat reaches out to cover her, even before their skin can. “You know you want this and you’re going to get it.” he rasped at me as he came closer to my mouth and then feverishly kissed me with built up passion. I wanted to fight it, but it was all too much. The sexual tension that had built up over months, the intoxicating d**gs, the adrenaline, knowing even if I screamed, I would just be caught by the cops looking for us on the other side of the fence. I surrendered my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck.His mouth traveled to my neck where he. Doctor Skinner, no relation to the behavioral psychologist, told mom that she would clear me to go home, but to keep an eye on me. Not long after that, I was dressed in some sweats my mom brought for me and being wheeled out to mom’s car. Dad had been there but couldn’t stay due to work. I understood and knew I would see him and hear about his worries about my injury and fall when he got home. Hopefully, I would be able to assure him that I was fine and there was nothing to trouble himself.