She couldn't remember the last time she'd needed to fuck this badly, or the last time she was this wet. She felt almost crazed with lust, her pussy cr...ying out for his cock and his mouth. Ethan knelt on the floor beside the bed and placed her legs over each of his shoulders, bowing his head as he drew her towards his mouth. A wave of intense pleasure rushed over her as he greedily ate her, flicking his tongue against her pulsing clit and driving it deep into her. He placed his hands underneath. I didn't have anything against being ostracized anymore. It was the only way for Catherine and Ahmo to deal with the many (fucking so many!) arguments over me. Mostly over me, they had their own issues.After the accident, Catherine spent a night in the hospital; Ahmo got away with scratches, minor cuts, and bruising. I wrestled the nurses and doctors who wanted to put me on a hospital bed and behind an X-ray machine. The nurses, doctors, and hospital bed weren't the problem--needles and. Finally I gave her a proposal, that lets only do foreplay and foreplay only, but then added that we could go for sex only if she gives her consent.She surprisingly agreed, and I took her to my bedroom made her sit on my lap as I started to kiss her with her right arm over my shoulder. I went on kissing her harder, sucking her lips and tongue , biting her earlobes while my right hand played with her boobs over her salwar. After much kissing as I ate all of her lipstick, I finally made her sit on. Although she had been naked in my presence before, this time she was shy and vulnerable. I helped her into the shower and she cried softly as I gently washed her body. It wasn't from sadness, but rather it was a release of the emotions we were both feeling. It was a time of intimacy for us that surpassed the playfulness of the night before.As she took the washcloth from me, she traced the scars along my body. Some were faint, old reminders of dead enemies. One was fresh, still red and livid.