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My personal Florence Nightingale
Sometimes it's good to review some of your better memories. Mine is the time I spent recovering from a motor vehicle accident that put me in the hospital for several weeks and months recovering at home. My mother worked and could not afford to stop working and she arranged with a social worker to come by and check on me three times a day, including lunch which my mother left prepared. The woman came and she was efficient and did her thing and left.
She decided that she would have her daughter (let's leave age out of this discussion right now) come by for her, to check in on me, to set out my lunch, and leave. She was a ray of hope, beautiful in her own way, I noticed early on that she was poor, her teeth needed aligning and she wore very poor clothing. We talked, she answered and would tell me stories and things. About her neighborhood, I had never been there.
I asked her to come sit on the bed with me and crank it up so I could sit and we could talk easier than across the room. She sat there and I touched her hand and asked her if she had ever helped a man get release, my ** were going nuts and I needed her to give me a ** and a **. I pulled the sheets off and showed her what she had been missing all her life and helped her head down and gave her verbal instructions on how to use her hand and give me a **. I was so full that when I started coming it felt like I was releasing Niagara Falls.
She was both embarrassed and intrigued and I told her she could play with my ** all she wanted, I liked her kissing it and sucking on it, and it was all hers as long as she liked. After that day she played with my ** when we talked, she learned how to get it stiff and keep it stiff, she learned when it was best to get her mouth on it and trap my ** as I spit it out. Her mother wanted to know why she was spending so much time with me, all she had to do was check in, set out my lunch, and leave.
Then out of the blue, all on her own, or coached by a friend I don't know, she came in a skirt and while she got my hard and stiff, she pulled up her skirt, no ** on, and climbed up on the bed and with her hand she rubbed herself with my **, before sliding down until she had it completely in. She rocked back and forth, looking for her pleasure spot, but in doing so I went off like a canon in that warm inviting ** she had my ** trapped in.
So yes, I was laid up, yes I was recovering but enough along to enjoy a girl's hand and mouth and once she got up the nerve to enjoy her ** too. Two people from opposite side's of town, enjoying what God had given us.
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