It was too bad for her that I had been stoned out of my mind for days, or weeks, without moving around. Just IV fluids and broth don't cut it for ener...y to walk around. My muscles didn't feel weak so much as I just didn't have the energy to make them move. She did her best though. In the end she was pretty much dragging my sweat soaked body down the hall to dump me back into the chair before she vanished out the door again.I was about asleep when she came back in, closed the door and flipped. She moved her lips up from my titties and placed gentle little kisses up to my neck, breathing hot little whispers against me, making me feel light headed and aroused at the same time. Was this right, I asked myself, am I sure that I want this to happen? My answer was “Oh, Rachel, please touch me, I don’t know where I want you to touch me but I’m sure you know the right places”. and with that she lifted her head to look down at my longing eyes and whispered, “ Barbara, you will soon find out. Her hands barely covered my dick. "Whoops," I told her. "I forgot: spit on my cock first, then rub up and down." She followed my instructions. Pretty soon I was in teenage handjob heaven. Her small fingers were as soft as silk. For a virgin, she was amazing with her hands, twisting them, alternating the pressure, varying her speed. I pulled her hands off my cock, and I swear she looked disappointed. "Earin, pretty soon, I will orgasm. When I do, my dick is gonna shoot white sticky stuff called. Since I had the key, I went in, locked the main door and searched for her. She screamed from the bathroom to get her the towel. She forgot in a hurry.She had the door half closed. She asked me to get in with just boxers to rub her back. I rubbed her back and while doing it got to touch ass crack and boobs a little. I came out of the bathroom and masturbated in hall remembering the touch of my dream woman.She came out wearing a transparent nighty. I was just in my boxers and a t-shirt. She said.