Whack, whack. “You should have asked first, Miss, but now it’s there, just hold it.” “Yes sir, ohh, god, you are so hard, you are amazing with...your fingers sir, ohhhhh.” My fingers continued playing with you as my other hand started to undo your buttons of your blouse. I slid my hand under your bra and caressed your gorgeous tits. My god I was in heaven, I couldn’t believe what I was doing… and in my classroom. I could feel you getting close to cumming, so I stopped and told you to stand up.. It was at her instigation that I went out with a dear friend of hers. This friend was someone from another group, another gathering that I had never met. Cynthia was a friend, but she also had her secrets to which I had never been privy. For whatever reason, Cynthia felt that Ursula and I would hit it off. We were about to find out this very evening. It had been decided by Cynthia and me that I would meet her friend, Ursula, at one of the many Italian restaurants in our east coast town. The. First time someone touched it and the feeling was great. We continue kissing for few minutes and we parted away.Then i kissed her all over her face and also unbutton her blouse but didn’t removed it completely as we were doing it with my grandparents sleeping aside us, so i didn’t want anymore risk. I made her bra aside and her boob jumped out of it. That was a great scene, her boobs were so perfect round firm and not lagging.I was mesmerized seeing those tits of her. I just took her right. You’re all right now, Lieutenant. You’re safe now . . .’ And you’re holding on to the nurse, sobbing, looking for the hole in your memory. Looking for that whole truth. Those eyes. Why can’t I remember anything else. What happened. What happened to me? Who am I? __________________________ The nurse, her name was Sarah. Sarah Henderson. For some reason, she liked you. You spent a lot of time together while you were recovering. When, after a few weeks you started to walk regularly, you started.