I could not see anything wrong with her face or head – though her hair was a bit messed up. The gown ... which must have been given to her at the ho...pital ... was much too big for her. Still, I could see that there was some bruising in her arms and legs, and probably in other places, too."What do you mean, Lil? As soon as I was called that you had been in an accident, I rushed here. I would have come to you sooner, but some stupid bureaucrat stopped all my attempts, at the lobby. I would. We exchanged a few pleasantries and she was repeatedly thanking me for the help. It was raining ever more heavily now and I had to stop since I couldn’t see anything while driving. This was the moment which got us more closer. She was shivering because she couldn’t dry herself. And then all of a sudden she whispers: can you hug me? I was awestruck. I mean we were strangers an hour ago and now she wants to hug me. I obliged and gave her a hug, the hug that she badly needed. It was a long. We did this for about 3-4 minutes and we looked over at her BF to get his reaction. We got his reaction, he had a huge hard-on, her BF was so turned on. She said do you mind if I take care of that? I didn't want her to leave my lap, but I told her go for it, she went over and started stroking his cock, he was a happy happy boy! I was turned on from our kissing and now watching this gorgeous women stroking his cock, it was so hot. She looked over at me, I had moved my hand under my towel and was. Everyone at the party said so, right up until she suffered the stroke that felled her — while she whirled about the room — as ever the perfect hostess. She was his partner, in the best and truest sense of the word. That was 1969, which I remember vividly as the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius (enter Chorus, stage left — ‘let the sun shine in’). Is it just me? Because I remember thinking the very air that we breathed was alive with change. Or was 1969, as I now suspect, a vast opera that felt.