I wasgoing to enjoy myself, too. (bwa-ha-ha-ha)In the boys' locker room, I spotted a little punk changing in a privatestall. Those type, who hate an...one seeing their schlongs. This wasgoing to be fun. "Hey, girlie. What are you doing in *our* lockerroom?"I could see him through the slots in the stall. He was naked, coweringand facing away, bent over, his hands down in front covering something."I'm not a girl!" shrieked the punk.I burst into the stall. "Prove it! Show me your beaver,. I blew deep down her throat but she took it like a pro and swallowed it all. It was now nearly 12 and I told her I wasnt finished and she said she would get rid of the babysitter and I could come back in.she lived about 5 minutes away. I pulled up and she pointed to a shop and told me to park outside and wait for her call.I waited for about 10 minutes before my phone rang. She said to come over. She greeted me at the door with a kiss and we fell into her house on. We kissed as I rubbed his rod through his jeans and he rubbed my bare clit. I had warned him that he would end up with a wet spot if he did not stop -- knowing that he did not or would not care. I came, just enough to moisten his hand and giggled that I had warned him. Next thing I know -- we have his jeans unzipped and pulled down and I can feel his hard shaft rubbing on my mound as I moved against him. I reached down to touch him but instead I slid a finger inside myself and offered it to. The young nurse appeared from nowhere and offered the straw to me once more. I sipped and felt my throat loosen again."Where am I?" At least I was making verbal sense now."Sutter Medical Centre. I'm Doctor Mike Davis. Glad to see you back in the land of the living," he said. It sounded like he thought it was humorous."Barely. What happened?" You were attacked, apparently. You were beaten by one or more people. Very badly beaten, as it turns out. You have a concussion, several cracked ribs, a.