Cautiously she moved to his side. She could see his hair plastered to his forehead and into his eyes by sweat. His face was wet with it, as were his arms and torso. Well, the bits that weren't already covered in blood. Tentatively she reached forward and gently brushed the hair from his eyes.He moaned, twitching at her touch, his skin burning beneath her fingers. "He'll need looking after" blistered through her mind.Frantically scanning the room, she noticed for the first time there was a sink in one far corner. She ran to it, "Let the taps work, please let the taps work". Water gushed freely as she spun the tap open. "Thank you, thankyou thankyouthankyou". She wasn't even aware she had spoken aloud.There was no cloth, no container, no sink plug. She stood, again scanning the room for anything useful. There was nothing. Just Sam.She looked down at herself. The T-shirt and little denim skirt were no help. She could use her sneakers as small buckets, except those bastards had taken. Without thinking about it I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. My hand slid down her thigh and up her dress. She kissed me passionately back while my fingers found her bare flesh at the top of her thighs. She’s warm, and moist. Do you want to go to the bedroom? I asked her. She said yes and stood up, running her hand up my leg and over my crotch, gently massaging it. We went into the bedroom and undressed each other. I laid her down on her back on the bed and leaned over her, my hands planted on either side of her, my engorged cock hovering between her legs. I kissed her down the neck and across her chest, slowly working my way down to her pelvis and then her thigh, less than an inch from her warm moist pussy. I was on my knees at the side of the bed, my face buried between Tammy’s legs, my tongue swirling and probing, my lips sucking and maybe a finger or two sliding their way in and pulsating in the some form of hook. I heard the door open and close, and then John was standing.
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