That is what eventually killed him.Although I could not do anything to help Frank, I still found myself doing my chores and tending to his care as muc... as I could. I fed the mother fucker for three days as he suffered there. I even called him that. I never was able to even think that before, but now I could call him "mother fucker" to his face. He didn't react, though. He was too caught up in his own world to seem to care.Still, I cleaned up the mess Frank's body made from his inability to get. He looked up at me as he slid his hand into my panties, inserting his index finger into my wet enterance.He took of my panties and kissed my clit lightly before flicking it with his thumb. I felt his lips kiss my legs, starting at the knees and slowly working his way up my inner thighs. I moaned uncontrollably as he pushed his tongue deep in to my love hole."Oh God, Kevin." I squealed as I felt his tongue on my clit. He slipped two fingers into my wet pussy and slowly pumped them in and out of. But the vision of that lovely dress and above all,the firm pressure of the tight plastic panties over his wet nappy causedhim such excitement, he cast caution to the winds. In a few minutes itwas all over; the delirious pleasure peaking for about thirty body-shaking seconds. Then he collapsed back in his cot to catch his breath,after an all-too-brief moment of ecstasy. He was barely aware he wassucking air from the empty bottle through the collapsing teat. Janesmiled tenderly down at him, but. “You know what I want, the same as you’re giving Susan.” He turned his hand and slid it under the short hem to her warm slit.“You seem rather happy today,” he noticed of Tina’s lingering gaze.“I am happy, happy in love with you.”Brenda was determined to have Alex in her bed tonight and heavy flirting resulted in his hand going under her skirt.The Falcons scored and Dan automatically stood to applaud and cheer for the goal. “Hey, that hurt!” Tina complained of suddenly pulling his finger from.