He was home."Water," he croaked and Christine grabbed a cup and a bendy straw, holding it, so he could sip some water."How bad," he asked, searching t...eir faces to gauge their reactions.The three ladies exchanged glances, but Lane was the first to speak."One stab punctured a lung, but missed the heart, thank god. The other perforated your small intestine, and they had to remove about four feet. The clerk at the florist called 911, and the ambulance was there quickly. The surgeon said the. I suck in his bottom lip. Mmmmmm. I tug at it. Suddenly he takes a hold of the back of my head and kisses me hard with no abandonment. He won’t stop. His hips rocking with mine. Our tongues dance in stride with our bodies. My pussy is grinding wet circles on his dick. His chest feels sweaty under my tits. I love it. It is animalistic. I can’t stop myself. I can’t get enough of his big cock. I try to get more of it inside my tiny pussy because I just want it all. Pulling my lips from his, I arc. .but letting go quick ..guess we was both scared one or the other would say fuck off don't touch my cock .so we did a few just watching each other over a few days .wanking side by side .we was out one day walking threw some long corn .piss again he had a piss it was then he grabbed my cock and pulled it ..so i pulled his ..we looked at each other kind of awkward but wow it felt niceit was then we just pulled each other until we cum.we both agreed not to tell anyone.that weekend i slept at his. Disappointed but not beaten, I kissed her goodbye and left with a promise that we would meet up again soon. A few nights later I picked Karen up and took her for a meal at the only decent Italian place in town. We shared a bottle of wine as we told our stories and shared our dreams. We flirted outrageously and got progressively more daring between sips of good wine. Walking to my car hand in hand, I suggested that she come back to my place, and, to my surprise, she agreed. Once home, we were.