That cock, not surprisingly, was rock hard."Shit, it feels so fuckin' good!" he gasped."I'll bet it does," I purred, pulling back to watch as he now b...gan to fuck himself in earnest, riding the big cock up and down, lewdly, sensually, putting on a raw nasty show for me as he enthusiastically reamed out his own rectum."How about turning around the other way now. I want to look at your big cock while you ride it," I told him as he lifted himself up, turned around and came right back down on it,. ...........Although Doc examined me every day looking for that hematoma thing in mybrain, he never found any. He had other experts come in, and nobodyfound anything. They all said I was very lucky, that usually theinternal bleeding in the brain would cause a hematoma. I told Doc Ifigured it was his prompt and expert action that saved me from thatproblem, and not just "good luck".He smiled modestly and said nothing. But he didn't deny it, either.He had been right to warn me about the pain.. She smiled back and softly said "Try. You'll do fine."I relaxed my jaw and managed to get the spongy head in my mouth. I maintained eye contact with her as I sucked and worked the sensitive bottom area with my tongue. I could feel it growing. Once it was firm enough, I relaxed my jaw and started pushing, trying to get it down my throat. No luck. I backed off it, looked at him, and asked him "fuck my mouth?" I took a deep breath and relaxed my jaw as I felt his hands grip my head. I closed my. Sticking with one viewpoint - Sierra’s - makes it harder to show what’s happening in someone else’s head, as well as in the background when she’s not around. So I was inspired to write this one-shot from Alistair’s point of view from the last few chapters. Here’s hoping it makes his actions seem more reasonable. I honestly aimed for most people to be irritated with Sierra, and cheering Alistair for standing up for himself, even a little.He sat on the edge of his bed in nothing but loose cotton.