Wordlessly she cleaned me up, paying special attention where my legs started. I reached for those perfect breasts and they felt every bit as good as t...ey looked. She smiled as I tweaked her stand-out nipples. Words were still not necessary as we toweled each other dry and she led me, with her perfect ass keeping my eyes locked on its sensuous motions, to the lower level guest bedroom. She put me on my back and now it’s back to the present mentioned above.She wouldn’t kiss me, something many. There wasn't anything she could do to prevent that. She didn't want to stop him either, she wanted his hungry mouth feeding on her and his hard working man's fingers clinging to her and she definitely wanted that outstanding sample of male strength piercing her. Down girl. Amina swallowed hard staring at Zakir. For a moment she had the insane idea that as long as she kept her eyes on him that he wouldn't move. He couldn't move, he'd just remain right there perfectly still. "What do you think I. “Wonderful!” I said, and I meant it.Jen’s and my comments ran over each other and Pedro went on to explain. It seems he had angered the hospital administration when he argued in favor of (at least emergency) abortions. It’s a Catholic hospital in a mostly Catholic country and that, of course, was strictly against their policy, not to mention illegal except in emergency situations. They suggested Pedro might be happier working somewhere else and gave him a month off to decide. They hadn’t quite. And a soothing voice. I KNOW that voice."Don't try to move, Dave." The voice was soft, feminine. "I hear the ambulance. It's close."I opened my eyes. Good! They still worked. I saw the face. Ronni. Pronounced "Ronnie". As in "Veronica". My seventeen year old next-door neighbor.Okay. Inventory. I was hurting. Bad. Left leg. Left arm. Chest. Something warm running into my eyes. Things were NOT good.The flashing red lights and incessant whooping of a siren became pervasive. I heard voices..