“Who is looking after you?” “Me”, I admitted weakly, stifled a yawn. My hands slid down his back, gripped his nice firm ass. Eporner Trying not to disturb David I got under the blanket, propped the pillow behind my back and reached for my e-reader. How? David was still asleep next to me. Involuntarily I pressed against him, increased the pressure. Sunday morning dawned. His fingers slid in so easy, fuelled my longing. For the first time in nearly a week I felt refreshed. Just a moment later he slipped in beside me, naked. My friends here knew that I was sick. It felt good, too much, irritating, all at the same time. “What?” A coughing fit shook me, my throat felt as if someone had deposited a whole role of razor wire inside.
