This was a serious amount of blood and it was scaring the hell out of me. I scooped Dakota up and made my way to the garage with Jill and Tina following right behind me. Jill opened her BMW and I put Dakota in the front seat. I got into the back and Tina joined us. Jill opened the garage and dialed up Dr. Ronda. “Hello Jill, what’s going on? It’s not like you to call me,” Ronda said to Jill. I chimed in talking to Ronda via the Bluetooth phone system in the car. “Ronda, we are heading to the ER as Dakota is bleeding vaginally and it is scaring the hell out of me. Can you meet us at the ER in just a few minutes?” I ask her. “Of course, David, I’ll probably beat you there,” she says as she ends the call. Jill amateur is accelerating through the traffic and is pushing every yellow light we come to. Ronda pulled into the hospital parking lot right in front of us. Dakota hasn’t said a single word the entire trip. I am nervous and worried. Jill drove around the stupid semicircle they have set up to slow people down at the ER doors. I saw Ronda park her car in the physician parking lot. Jill pulled up to the ER doors and let Dakota, Tina, and me out of the car. I scooped Dakota up and carried her honeymoon style. She fussed lick a little bit, but nothing like she would normally do. Tina was clearly worried as well, she stood right next to me as I carried Dakota into the ER. There was a nurse in their little triage area who wanted me to stop indian and fill out paperwork for Dakota. I went straight over to Dr. Ronda with Dakota in my arms. She checked with the triage nurse as to what exam room we should go to. We walked down the hallway quickly. When we reached the exam room, which was room number 14, I carried her into the room and laid her carefully on the bed. Ronda immediately began taking vitals. She noted just how much fetish blood was on the lap of my shorts. A nurse came into the room to assist Dr. Ronda. Tina put her arms around me and held on to me tightly. I reached out and began rubbing Dakota’s shoulder. I got fussed at by Dr. Ronda that Tina and I needed to sit down or go out to Hairy the waiting area. Now, Ronda knows that I wasn’t just leaving my Dakota in there by herself, Tina, Jill, and I will be there. We just have to keep out of the medical staff’s way. The nurse began an IV so she could hang a bag of fluids. Ronda was taking a pulse, listening to Dakota’s breathing, putting that little thing on the end of one of her fingers to check something called a pulse ox. Dr. Ronda reclined the exam bed that Dakota was on so she could do a pelvic exam. I did ask if she would like me to step out of the exam room, but Dakota told me that she wanted me right there with her, so I stayed. Dr. Ronda made a comment that Dakota should probably start wearing panties so she could wear a small pad just in case of situations such as this. The only sounds I could hear were my heartbeat, my panting and slow heavy breathing from two strangers. That is so interesting. After she began to react more, I sealed my lips and sucked gently on her folds. The weekend was a lot of fun and we spent a lot of it indian doing our own thing, whether it was cooking and doing the laundry or lying in the sun when it wasn’t to cool to go fetish out and get a late tan. Even though I have much more to be self-conscious about, I’ve always disliked my pair of horse-like testicles. She had swallowed all of his juice and was licking her lips when he rolled over to regain his breath. let’s go to bed Beth you are with me tonight. There were bookcases on the surrounding walls, except in one corner where there was a computer node for research and a large decorative Hairy mural amateur over where lick the bomb shelter was located. I was just uhh..yeah..i was meditating." Violet screams in horror as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. “What the hell, you’re not wearing panties!