Back just went to congratulate Jenny. They were six feet apart. Twisting awkwardly, Tim stepped on his leg, and he, sticking out his hand with a bouquet, suddenly stumbled and waved it in the air.

There was a scream. The stranger pulled his hand away and flew away, as if the bouquet had suddenly turned into a snake; a column of clear liquid shot up from an arm that was falling to the floor - and splashed into Tim's chest ...

Hellish pain shot through him.

His eyes darkened, and Tim shouted, trying to jump out of his jacket, suddenly turned fiery; the space shaken, and Tim fell, hitting his head on the corner of the stage.

He did not hear the commotion or the cry of Jenny. The pain in his head and chest enveloped him from two sides, squeezed it in a vice - and pushed him away.

***

... A white was drawn through the blue veil, and in it were lines and angles; the volume was outlined, blinding the brain with a light spot - on the left, beyond the limits of sight. Tim wanted to turn his head there - and groaned. He was squeezed by pain in his head, in his chest - and something that clasped him all over, like an invisible ghost in a nightmare.

- Mr. Collins ... Mr. Collins? Are you awake? - the voice came, unfamiliar, but at the same time and strangely familiar. - He woke up! - shouted a voice somewhere, and frail shoulders in white were drawn over Tim, and eyes on top of his dark face. Indian, exciting and burning. They looked at him. - Can't hear ... Mr. Collins! How are you? You ... I ...

Tim did not understand. There were several important links missing in the mind. "Rave?..."

- You do not be afraid. The doctors said - two percent ... it is not dangerous for life, although, of course, you will need to be treated ... well, that you have a buttoned jacket, and a vest, and ... My God!

She got Tim's fingers in a pile of sheets and squeezed them.

The most impossible thing in this delirium was not herself, but her eyes: burning, wet and in love.

- ... You ... you saved my life. Why? Sorry, I'm talking nonsense. Beliberdeni ... So they say in San Diego. I ... I do not know what happened to me. You, probably, feel bad, and think: here is a fool, does not understand ... No? Do not you think? I'm not going anywhere. I canceled all the concerts - both in Richmond and Cincinnati ... I will be here with you, I will do everything ... You ... strange, yes? - I don’t know you at all, I don’t know how old you are, what you like ... I sang for you all evening. Only for you. I even thought that you had this kind of witchcraft potion, because how else would you understand that this person wants ...

"Potion" - deposited in the mind of Tim.

- ... You are probably an amazing person. You have a face like my father. I ... I want you to be fine.

Her hand felt Tim's shoulder and lightly stroked it.

Tim suddenly realized that he was neck-and-neck in bandages, and that they were the invisible ghost from sleep; and Jenny suddenly leaned toward him - and pressed her lips to his forehead. Easy and hot, like a wet breeze of the South.

“Forgive me ... me ... my ... I'm a woman, and all women are sentimental ... I'm just grateful to you, and ..." she whispered, tickling the skin on her temple with her lips.

It was no longer tolerable.

“Jenny,” Tim heard his voice, barely recognizing it.

His hand clasped her flexible back and pulled her to her. Jenny was wet, trembling and close, to scream and a lump in her throat; fingers caressed him, got under the sheet, got to the skin, burned it ... and stumbled upon a young man, who was tearing his pants.

Tim gasped ... and Jenny, leaning back, looked into his eyes. For a long time, intently, as before a fight ... and slowly, carefully, she folded the sheet.

He did not breathe. Slowly opening the floor of his pajamas, Jenny bared his belly and bandaged chest, then - just as slowly let down her pants with panties ... Well done bare - and jumped out, trembling like a gear lever; and Jenny kept pulling and pulling the rags down, exposing the scrotum and legs to the knees.Revealing Tim all the shame, looked at him, red, stunned, and bent over to the open farm.

The gentle skin was tickled by hair that fell softly into the legs. Nervously throwing them back, Jenny poked into the testicles, licked them, penetrated the tongue into the corner ... then looked around, looked into her eyes again ... And took the dick in her mouth.

The body suddenly sprouted with rainbow colors, was worn, swollen, sparkled - and Tim shouted as if in pain.

The tongue that enveloped the head froze:

- nepviyatvo?
- Yyyy! ... - Tim mooed. - Oooh ... - and suddenly terribly frightened that she would not understand and stop.

But she did not stop - and again took the head in her mouth, clinging to it with crazy moisture. Tim rocked and moaned - and Jenny licked and sucked his farm, moving from head to eggs, from eggs to the corners, and from there to the head again, wasting away in the sour moisture of her lips. She shook her head rhythmically - and sweet rainbows grew and burst between Tim's legs, garlands blossomed, wet fireworks burst, and Tim darted, butting her sweet lips with Jenny's lips ...

Suddenly she jumped up. Tim lay, sticking the economy up to the ceiling, and watched how shoulders were exposed, a flexible brown face, small, almost childish breasts, firm and taut, with small brown nipples - they immediately wanted to swallow, torture, suck, - narrow hips and big, a female secret protruding forward, overgrown with black stiff hair, wide open and slippery from moisture ...

“Forgive me,” Jenny muttered, pulling out her long, flexible legs from her underpants, “will you forgive me?” I do not know what happened to me. - She climbed onto the bed, naked, dark and impetuous, and saddled Tim with a moist heart, continuing to say to him: - I am not at all like that. I am not slutty ... Maybe you have a wife, a girl ... but ... otherwise I will die ... oooo!

Fast, light fingers grabbed a penis that was the size of a hand, and inserted it into sweet stickiness. The head was enveloped with moisture, the flesh of the perineum and buttocks ... like a live stocking.

She swayed on his penis, stretching her legs - slim, flexible, like a mongoose, dark-skinned, almost brown, with delicate nipples, plump as April buds, with touchingly thin shoulders and arms - and looked at Tim. Ashamed, passionately, guiltily, wildly, in love - and God knows how else ...

Black hair, straight and shiny, scattered across her shoulders. Her Indian face, oval, nervously stretched, with a big sensual mouth and huge eyes, slightly slanted, dark and crazy like a beast, looked into the face of Tim:

- You think I'm a lustful female, right?

Sharply bending her, Tim hung her hair to himself - and began to knead her all, from breasts to buttocks.

He did not think about anything, but only bent his body, springing towards him, felt each of her, bent toward him, sucking his lips, licking his eyes and ears - and pushed it down from the bottom, where it was hot and sticky, as in boiling crucible. Jenny stuck in his cock, wrapped around him, squeezed, wrapped in a tight film of pleasure, tart-seething like salt of her lips - and flowed into Tim with her tongue right up to her throat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tim saw a curious nose in the doorway; but he didn’t care, and he slobbered Jenny like candy, brutally planting in her flesh ...

- ... Never woke up, dear! - Suddenly came from the corridor.

The voice was hoarse and crackling like a phonograph.

Jenny picked up, but it was late: a heavy silhouette blocked the door.

- I apologize, sorry, guys ... Work is work. I will examine you, Mr. Hero, and then shake even to the point of innocence. I don’t look at you, darling, I don’t look, calm down - Jenny's grapher has a bare gramophone ... Read more →