Each time better than the last. And he promised to come back next week. And fuck my ass. For the first time. I shook my head to push that thought out... of it. I’d agreed to let him do it. I hadn’t been coerced. I’d only had two beers, so I couldn’t claim I was drunk. Though another two beers before we did it would probably be a good idea. Until then, I just had to not think about it. One thing at a time. Today was the morning after, so the traditional thing was for the woman (that is, me) to. Then she walked around and leaned back on the corner of the desk, waiting for Amy to finish. Janice noticed that Amy kept glancing up at her and she didn't seem to be writing. She chewed on the end of her pencil nervously. She's such a cute girl, Janice thought. Tonight, her red hair was done in curls. The curls would sometimes fall to her face in a cute fashion, almost like Shirley Temple. That's who she looks like, Janice thought, an older Shirley Temple. Amy was wearing a bright yellow. So Joey bought the medical kit and also fetched a shirt and a pant from his cupboard to dress the girl with. Joey again went to the bathroom to get some water to clean her. Joey returned back with the bucket and placed it aside. He once again looked at the pretty face in front of him and began working. He started with her face. With a wet cloth he carefully cleared her eyelids, nose and cheeks. The girl seemed to be in a deep sleep and did not respond to the touch at all. After cleaning her. Just due to the emotional spike and physical toll that she had inflicted on me, I found myself losing it. "Well, your pussy is rather slick, you evil tart, but its perfect for me. I'll stretch it out and make it custom made for my cock. If you don't like it, then you can go fuck yourself, hussy." I glared at the top half of her body, from her brown hair, to her sexy landing strip. I mainly focused on her huge breasts as they were shaking all around nonstop. "They are bigger than Jenna's, but.