"Uh..." Bolion began, "Pre-coital canoodlery?" He punctuated his point by slowly pushing another of his fingers all the way into Della's asshole. That made three fingers, and down to the knuckle. He took the occasion to dig up and in, taking advantage of the curve of her rectum. He'd have to explore the possibilities further.
The nurse who'd gone to get Faure, while visibly distraught, seemed to be rather locked on Bolion's dick. Perhaps she'd never seen one. Perhaps she'd never seen one used. That was more likely. As for Faure, he seemed to be ignoring Della entirely, in favour of glaring at Bolion. Maybe that was because her tits were hanging out, and she was glistening with sweat. Or maybe it was because her ass was out and facing everyone, and Bolion's hand was about fifty percent inside it. She didn't seem to notice though, as face-in-chest as she was.
"Out!" Faure screamed, a shade of red usually reserved for tomatoes, "Out now! Get the fuck out!" he had started going a littleness pale, no doubt a large range of emotions occurring at the same time.
...But, Bolion complied, and he slid all of his fingers out of Della. Tucking his length back into his pants, and flipping her skirt down, Bolion shifted Della around so that her legs were both on the same side of his lap. He left her upper dress undone, which was fine, breasts were a common sight in the city. He whispered to her, "Can you walk comfortably, you think?"
