I guess it all depended on how he took it. At that moment, I could not bare to see his face. That was Friday. Today was Monday. I did not see him on t...e ride into work. Even though I was embarrassed by what we did on Friday I was still a little disappointed not to see him Monday morning. All throughout the day I keep thinking about him, about how his fingers felt as they slicked in and out of my juicy channel. His fingers felt like magic as circled around my clit. Even the feel of his other. The sight of him with leads and lines on and into him, he was in amedically induced coma to assist healing, but I insisted on sitting withhim talking to him, I knew he could hear me, and hoped the sound of myvoice would help him in some way.I remained with him all day and a lot of the night, early in the morninghis mum and dad arrived fresh from the states, I had to relinquish myplace by his bed for his mother, much to my sadness, but she wasdistraught.We arranged a rota where we all could. The were staring at each other across the table with such intensity in their eyes that to someone who didn't know them, it would look as if a fight to the death was imminent. In reality, it was 2 best friends who'd known each other years playing out every possible corner to the following conversation. They knew what the other would likely say to what was said by them."OK, I'll just say it," Lucy said, finally breaking the silence. "I understand what you want to do, but I don't want you to get. I pressed a finger to her protruding pussy and found her clit practically hanging out in the air. She convulsed from the direct pressure, and her arms came around my neck. She drew me to her for a deep, passionate, delectable kiss. Her mouth was delicious and warm, and her tongue hungrily searched my mouth as I continued to press my hand against her sex. She pulled me closer and finally on top of her, and her unconscionably huge tits pressed against my skinny chest. Our kiss continued, and.