Anyway, you are awake and aware,” he paused and looked at me suspiciously. “You are aware, right? Nod for me.”I nodded and he grinned like an id...iot. “Good! So, I can go back to work now on real sick people.” He stood and looked down at me. “Son, you are doing the Lord’s work. Never forget that,” he said seriously, then picked up a large leather satchel and walked out.“What the fuck, Dean?” I asked, shaking my head.“Yeah, he’s a trip. You okay now? I thought I was going to throw up when the. Gangs were fighting against each other, for space, drugs, money and other things. While she was kneeling under the beaten boy, checking his wounds, Punks were starring at her from the depths of the backstreet. She seemed to be absolutely concentrated on their victim, in the pale light of street lantern her semi nude body shone gloriously. Finally, one the punks, Latino looking boy with long, brown hair approached her. He removed his boots so she didn?t hear while he was coming. When she. What happened in the next five minutes puts a new definition to dry humping. It was as close to having sex as two people could do with their clothes on. Far more intense than anything I had ever done with my ex or any other guy. It was years of built up sexual desire starting to be released. I took off my sweatshirt and he wasted no time attacking my breasts. Again on the verge of being too intense. He was rough, squeezing my breasts in my bra, then pulling down the cups of my bra to nibble on. I catch them and sniff on them deep, loving to smell her. Then she takes a strawberry and puts some whipped cream on the tip and licks off the cream seductively while looking at me. "Mmmmm so sexy" I moan and stroke my cock imagining how her tongue would lick the head of my cock. "Mmm good boy. Stroke that cock for me baby." she says while she flicks the strawberry against her nipples. I keep stroking my cock getting all hard by watching her, "Mmmm I am so horny already for you again." "Mmmm.