"Call me a tow truck." You're a tow truck," the bartender yelled at him."Hey, I'm serious. I'm too drunk to drive. I want my truck with me so I'll jus...t get it towed back to the house. Then I can ride in the two truck okay?" This seemed a perfectly logical solution.Hank rode home with the tow truck driver and paid him. He walked in the front door and saw Robert Waters sitting in Hank's recliner. Jim and Marcy sat next to each other on the couch. He gave the three a dirty look and staggered into. I went a little more slowly this time, her pussy had lubricated my fingers very well, but I didn't want to shock her too badly. Slowly they ended up inside of her again, she spread her legs wider in acceptance, her moaning and panting became harder, more defined, and louder. It wasn't but a few more minutes, and I started to feel heat building through her anus, I could feel the rhythmic contractions from both of my fingers. Slowly at first, weakly, but building, growing stronger. Soon it felt. “I get a feeling,” she remarked, “That you like other things than just a carrot cake.”“Yes,” I stammered out, as she stripped out of her t-shirt and stood completely naked in front of me. I quickly parted my shirt and stripped out of my clothes as Evelyn helped me. Seeing my cock, she silently took it in hand and pulled on it.“Nice,” she said, as she dropped to her knees in front of me. She studied my manhood for only a second before slipping it into her mouth. I grabbed a handful of her hair. She knew then that her life was over. Three weeks later, she’d woken from her coma in hospital, strapped to all kinds of tubes and machines, uncertain of her name or how she’d come to be there. She could hear a voice, echoing from her dreams, pleading with her to open her eyes, ‘Come on kiddo, please…you gotta wake up…these doctors want to help you…I love you Lena, please wake up…’ But whoever it was wasn’t here now. She was alone in that cold hospital and it seemed so dark and eerie, like a.