I returned the smile, noticing her dimples and green eyes.“Thanks, mister, mind if I join you. My name’s Megan.”“Not at all, my name’s Jonat...an, but people call me Jon.” I took a sip of my Jack Daniels.“Hi, Jon, nice name.”Our eyes met again and she gave me that slight, intriguing smile as if she was interested in something happening.When her drink came she picked it up and we clicked glasses. “Here’s to luck!”“I’ll drink to that.” I lifted my glass to hers then took another sip.She put her. I hurried down the hallway towards the operating center. It was awkward. My dick throbbing. I hit the doors, busting through and rushing to the operating theater.All three were around the table, working fast, Dr. Murray shouting her orders. I came rushing up, fisting my girl-cock so hard. My pussy clenched. My dick was on the verge of erupting as I came at the patients' face.“Pull away the bag valve mask!” I called. “Clear her mouth.”“Yes, Dr. Rita,” Abby said out of reflex.I shuddered, fisting. "Oh, Jack, I didn't know this could feel so damned good."I pumped faster, and faster, and then still faster. She met my every thrust, humping up into me. We were bumping pelvises too hard for either one of us to talk now. With a loud, "OHHH," Sue Ellen orgasmed again, big time. That pushed me over the edge and I felt my balls contract and the semen rise. I blew my wad, with arched back, deep into the bowels of her pussy."God, fucking damn!" I said, but thought, What a fucking ride!" We rested,. But like I said things happen unexpectedly. I was a few hours and four beers in to my night when a pretty little thing caught my eye. She was a petite thing, curving slightly here and there. But her appeal was in her style. She wore a short black skirt, almost like a tutu, that stopped high up her thighs. Her slender legs stretched for miles and ended in jet black sneakers. Up top she wore a black and red hoodie, unzipped half way down her chest, showing off the start of her slight bumps. I.