”“Oh,” her father said feeling that the conversation had suddenly gotten a little awkward. He sat down on the chair next to Dan and said, “Mom...was lucky that you were there.”“They wouldn’t tell me anything. Is she going to be okay?” Dan asked looking over at the door to the emergency room.“The doctors are looking at her. We’ll know more in a while,” Mr. Parker said. They hadn’t been able to give him any information other than the fact that the young man beside him had performed CPR on her until. He lifted himself off of me and I flipped over onto my back. Again he asked “What do you want me to do ma’am?” “Massage my tits” I breathed. He cupped my HH tits in his hands and softly caressed them, his fingertips lightly brushing over my hard nipples and causing me to cry out in pleasure. He bent down and took one chocolate nipple in his mouth while his fingers tweaked the other one. “Do you like nursing on my tit?” I asked and I was pleased to feel the vibration of his “mmm hmm” as he. En route home I thought I’d stop at my place andintroduce Rose to LaShonda. I had this vision that mywife and Rose’s wife would soon meet and becomefriends, which wouldn’t be bad for my career, either.I thought my hospitality would do no harm to mycareer prospects and I knew that LaShonda wouldn’tmind.Colonel Rose is about 38. He’s a very big, imposingman about six feet three and probably around 300pounds. He is white and played football at WestPoint. He always. "See? All those years and I'm still not over you."I unceremoniously sniff and wrinkle my nose. Helps me control my emotions. You know this ritual from when we were still together. Used to make fun of it—and despite the fact that I hated you for this, it always helped. "Oh, how I wish you would make fun of me like that again."You brush that comment off with that typical silence of yours that you've adopted over the years. Still no reaction from you. I briefly consider hitting you but I would.