Kris snapped his attention to it. “That’s probably George,” he whispered. “Probably,” Helen agreed in a contented murmur. “Aren’t you go...ing to answer?” he prompted her with a raised brow. Helen regained a little composure as she recalled her plan. “Oh yeah, right.” She grabbed the handset and stabbed the button. “Yes?” “Helen? It’s Kathy. It just left.” “OK,” Helen disconnected the call without further pleasantries and closed her eyes in contentment. “Well?” Kris demanded “Oh, he’s working late. “I’ll stay with you then.” “Okay,” Danielle says as she drives away from her place. “Thank you.” You drive towards the hospital, getting more nervous by the second. You enter the hospital and walk towards the wing where Danielle is supposed to be. You sit down in the waiting room and Danielle joins you, immediately leaning against you. You can see the fear in her eyes. “I’m scared,” she whispers. “Me too,” you answer, then realising that that’s not very helpful. “But we’ll get through this. To boli uske sath sex nai kiya kya maun bila nai. to wo boli ok or porn dekhne lagi or mae bhi dekhe laga or lund pajame me khada hone laga or wo mere lund ko dekhne lagi or dhiyan sirf porn par tha us tym to achanak mujhe laga ki koi mere lund choo raha hai maine dekha to unse apna ek hath mere lund par or dusra apni chut par rakh rakha tha to mae bolo ye kya kar rahi ho to wo boli kuch nai tumne sex nai kiya na aaj tak to aaj karna sikha rahi hu tumhe or boli ki bas dekhte raho tum or mere. This lad was not having a slash. His cock was in his hand and he was rock hard. He saw me looking and moved from being side on to facing me, slowly wanking his dick. 7-7.5 inches uncut I guessed. He nodded his head down and I knew he was signalling for me to suck it. I glanced at the guy at the sinks. He had finished washing his hands and was playing with his hair in the mirror. Throwing caution into the wind, I moved closer. The chav lad reached over and have my stiffening cock a few tugs..