I had told her that I would keep my eyes and ears open for anyone nearby, but not to worry, just relax and enjoy. I was standing behind her, running m... hands up and down her thighs, my fingers barely brushing against her skin. Every now and then my fingers would slip inside her shorts and play around just below her lacy thong. I reached round and undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, then unsnapped her bra, lifting it away so that her breasts were hanging down. She was swaying her hips a. When I arrived, I was the only guest there. Her friend had worn a California surfer getup and was mixing a barrel of beer, liquor, wine, and pineapple juice.“It’s the punishment punch,” she told me. “For when the night get’s real crazy.” Her name was Sarah, or Sam, or Sierra. I can’t remember. She had short brown hair and a curvy figure. We made small talk.“How do you know Natalie?”“Why aren’t you wearing a costume?”“Want some punch?”Other guests arrived by the time I’d downed my third pint of. " Come on, love him! Nonsense!" Mom! Stop!" Oh, honey, I'm so sorry for you! Twelve fractures over six years. The legs, the arms, and now pelvis. I still hope they will find a cure for this genetic disease." I hope too, mom. What did the doctor say?" You will be discharged tomorrow. Nothing more can be done for you here. You must lie in a special hammock at least two months. In the afternoon a technician will come home to mount it."Mom, why did you take my mobile?" I did not want you to call. The stream turned to a trickle, then to a few drips to finally stop. She started to get up.“Stay.”She looked at him in surprise.“I’ll let you know when you can move.”He got closer to her, avoiding the large puddle she’d made by going to one side. She shivered, feeling the piss dripping off her cunt and her fingers. Then she felt his fingers rubbing her swollen, oily lips and gasped. He brushed her rigid clit and she moaned, then kept moaning as he slowly but deliberately masturbated her.He.