”Reeve shrugged. “I can wait. Don’t think I’m dying.”“In that case, need to get cleaned up, you. The captain’s washroom. Go.” Doctor K...lfou said, gesturing to the door near the bed.Reeve nodded and hunched his way through the room. He had to turn sideways to fit through the narrow doorway, and even then it was a bit of a tight fit.Doctor Kalfou began stripping the layers of bloody sailcloth off the bed, looking pained when she saw how much blood had soaked through into the bedsheets. “Might not. Days Later...My arousal would become a troubling concern. Why was I getting turned onso easily? And why was I being turned on by my fellow co-workers? Whywas dancing becoming so important for me? I knew I was in the best shapeof my life. My endurance was way up...I could dance longer than anyone.One day someone yelled out "Ray-Chel-Rocks" after I kept dancing anddancing for two-hours straight. The phrase, spelled "Rachel-Roxx",seemed to stick for a week or so, until everyone eventually. We went to pick up our waitress but she wanted to drive her own car. Debra wanted Jane to ride with her. Jane asked me and I gave her permission. Then I kept a close eye on my rear view mirror to make sure that she didn’t take off with Jane.At my apartment complex we got on the elevator. The waitress went right to her knees and shoved her face in Jane’s pussy. Luckily no one wanted to get on and we arrived at our floor undisturbed. I unlocked the door but Jane had told Debra our waitress that. I could tell because the material she wore was a sheer black. I could barely make out a hint of skin and the outline of her nipples. It was like a belly dancer's outfit, but with much less fabric.She didn't make a move towards me. Jasmine just sat on the couch across from, lifting one leg so that I could see up her skirt just to her thighs, her sweet pussy was hidden by a shadow. Jasmine smiled sensually at me and began to smoke the tobacco brought to me.After a while of us smoking, never.