My eyes grew wide when I could swear that I had just seen Sheila winch when I groaned! Shaking my head I had to be imagining it, didn’t I? The way t...hings were going I really didn’t know. Taking off at a slow speed we made our way away from the building. Less than a minute later Sheila picked up speed as again we were flying through the area. Again shaking my head I guessed I’d have to get used to it ‘til we were safe.An unmarked green jeep pulled behind several troop trucks that were already on. The first patient I agreed to use my mouth on was a young Irish cop who had been shot across the bridge of his nose with a deflected round from some other cop's gun. His buddies all thought it was a joke and that he shouldn't have been pushing his nose in where it was going to get shot off. I didn't see any humor in that and felt sorry for Officer Malone with the two black eyes and the sad look of a man that wanted to be anywhere except in a hospital. He begged me for a day and a half to whack. Her perfume left a trail from my arm, where she brushed by me, to behind the book shelves and past old magazine racks. I stood there in a daze, imagining an apology. How she could have turned to look at me, her perfect eye brows arched upwards in surprise, her pouting full lips slowly letting out an excited “I’m sorry.” All of that just before her hand landed on my arm. I imagined the way I would study her body in those few seconds. How I would notice the bounce of her breasts as she turned. SHIT! Did I just say "my husband's little dick?" Gee, what am I thinking? God, I wanted to fuck so bad! I did not want to make love, I wanted to just fuck. I did not dare to take a chance that Peter would discover that I had men's cum coming out of my ass and pussy. I know how mad he gets and I am sure that if he did ever find out about my not being a virgin and that on our wedding day that I had been screwed over 10 times (maybe more) that he would never understand how or why and would hurt me.