As soon as she had extracted the sponge, DeMarcus tried to speak again. He looked to the doctor, who stood behind the nurse reviewing a chart of some ...ort. ‘Where da fuck am I?’ The nurse stepped back to allow the doctor access to the patient. As he stepped up to the bed to examine DeMarcus he said, ‘You are at Grady Medical Center. You have been unconscious since you arrived a little over two weeks ago. Can you tell us your name?’ ‘My name is DeMarcus Steele. How da fuck did I end up in dis. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach. We continued to kiss and I was undoing his pants, and freed his cock from it's denim prison. It was warm, smooth, and much larger than my husband's. A perfect 8 incher. I got down on my knees, and started to do what I did best. I took his cock into my mouth, and started licking the head all around, and relaxing my throat muscles so I could deep throat him. Sucking cock was (and is), something I like to. I could do it all day long. I. It didn’t make any sense. ‘Then who?’ Karrin started. ‘Sent them?’ Nikki completed. Trish wished she wasn’t being honest when she responded. ‘I don’t know.’ She wished she knew who had bothered to think of her but honestly she couldn’t think of anybody who might care enough to have sent her flowers. Nikki paused for a second realizing that Trish wasn’t faking her surprise. ‘Well whoever he is he loves you. Assuming he’s not a crazy stalker you make sure you fuck his brains out sugar cube.’. I bet he was totally getting off to all of us, perv, serves him right. Jamie was thinking this as she was showering and cleaning up after teaching her morning fitness class. Looking in the mirror thinking oh yes, this is the body that everyone desires and I now have it. She works the mornings during the week at the trampoline park teaching the trampoline fitness class, then has a break before working her full time job at a tech company where she repairs cell phone screens, diagnoses problems.