She was about fifty years old and looked oddly familiar."What am I doing in the hospital?" You were in an auto accident. You're lucky to be alive." I ...do feel like I was hit by a truck." You were." Is the truck's nameplate imprinted on my body? I hurt everywhere." The pain will go away in time. As far as your appearance, you look pretty good. You remind me so much of an old boyfriend." What was his name?" John Coleman" I'm John Coleman," I said startled.She laughed. "If your ID didn't say Chris. Before they got in the car, Bobby pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Paula returned the kiss avidly, her arms locking around him. After the kiss ended they got in the car. Bobby started the engine and roared off, headed for the isolated spot on the outskirts of town everybody used for making out. One of the reasons Bobby had taken the car was that it had bucket seats which reclined. Paula, foggy with lust, was barely aware where they were when Bobby pulled into a shadowy area and stopped.. "Thanks," I said."You're welcome," she smiled. Then we headed out."Your mother's cool," I said as I started the car."That she is," David agreed. He took a breath. "Look, there is a difference between using someone, and asking for help." OK," I said. And then took a deep breath. "I'm asking for help." You got it," he smiled."Undressing was a nightmare yesterday," I admitted. "They wanted to 'help'. That's a reasonable request, right? Sure it is. They ripped my shirt, snapped my bra-hard-made cow. So I knew she wasn’t immune to bisexual feelings, and my cock started hardening as I saw her stripping to her underwear for another woman, even though I knew it was strictly for business. She took off her t-shirt first, revealing her white bra inside (white because it highlighted the outline inside the black t-shirt,My suggestion of course) and then opened the front button of her trousers, pulled down the zipper and let drop her trousers down to her ankles. She then bent down to take off black.