Even if he ignored me at the time.”“Huh?” He was referring to something, but -- even if she’d been present -- she and his dad had been present...together too often for that to be much of a marker.“I did like sitting next to you, even in church. We don’t always have to be doing this, much as I enjoy doing this. I like being with you.”“Yeah. That was fun.” And, as much fun as sitting together had been, the declaration to their old community that they were a couple had been even more satisfying.. His other concern was infection, and he knew the wound would have to be cleaned. He noticed she was wearing what had once been a frilly pair of white panties that were now stained red with blood. Cutting them away he threw them to the floor with her pants. He took a breath, trying to decide what to do next when Janet came back into the room with a Coleman power mate cooler and a large hard case with a large red cross on the side."There is plasma in the cooler," she explained. "The case contains. Whenever she walked up the stairs, or uphill she would groan and moan as if she's getting fucked. Just the sound of that would make my dick hard. I swear she wore the same clothes every fucking day, she always wore a black skirt and a black shirt. When we walked together and when she got sweaty sometimes her skirt would go inside her ass and sometimes it wouldn't, so I guess that she wore underwear from time to time. She probably never showered because her hair was always greasy and I could. .. just that tantalizingly seductive smile. God, she was a beautiful sight in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Her dark patch of pubic hair was neatly trimmed and I could see the dampness caused by her excitement glistening on her upper thighs. Her lush firm breasts jiggled only slightly as she stepped toward me, their prominent nipples brown and erect. She was breathing rapidly and they rose and fell with each breath. I noticed that they sagged only slightly, just enough to prove they were.