Two of them were pretty badly nicked and a chunk of the blade broke off. They removed that in surgery"Jane walked in, came over to the other side of t...e bed, kissed my face, stroked my arm and just stood there quietly while Samantha and I chatted.More ice"He cut my face?" I askedSamantha spooned another few chunks of ice in my mouth"Eight stitches across your left cheek. You have a duelling scar. He missed your eye by less than an inch" Would you still marry me now that I'm scarred?" I. A tiny globe of clear liquid forms at the tip of your rock-hard cock. I want to taste it. I softly place my pursed lips on the head of your cock and gently tongue the end of your glans. It’s a little salty, a little sweet. Mmm. Now that I’ve had my taste, I slowly slide your cock past my closed lips. It feels so good, sliding into my mouth! You start to move your hips, gently fucking my mouth. I don’t want my mouth fucked. I want my asspussy fucked. So, I pull my head back. You groan. It felt. Fuck, Imean, a dozen guys were staring right at my pussy. I blushed, but notout of embarrassment. My breath was quick in my chest, and it wasn'tfrom the exercise. My whole body was rapidly heating up. I mean, itwasn't even my pussy, it was just a loaner, but damned if it didn't feelso right. They must have seen how wet I was getting. I bet they fuckingloved it. I lingered for just a second, making sure they got a goodlook.Mentally, I chastised myself for getting distracted. Flow is. We get settled into our bedroom, and each take one long look at each other. You look up and down the length of my body, taking in the full view of me in my short summer dress. Its light blue, ties in back around my neck, backless(so I have to go braless), and hits about upper mid thigh on the leg. The ceiling fan keeps blowing the flimsy skirt, though, exposing a lot more including my tiny blue lace thong. You smile when that happens, and reach out a hand to put it on my leg, but I intercept.