Thank you, My Love, but please, don't do that again. Nothing is worth your getting hurt."{{{ Your arm is injured. }}}It can wait until after my shower... But Little One had already marched down to his triceps."You're hurt," Diana said with concern evident in her voice."Just a pulled muscle, heck, more of a charley horse than anything else. It's nothing. But you, My Wife, could have been hurt badly."Diana hugged him. "Hush, Husband. I'm not some fragile vase that breaks when it falls. A couple of. ”I walked her out to my car with my arm wrapped around her shoulder, never uttering a word until she had had her cry. “It was more of a tension release than anything else,” I thought, “because of all the trauma she had endured over the last 4 hours or so, the poor kid must be emotionally drained and hungry to I bet.” So I started thinking of how to get her over this ordeal and suggested that we stop and catch a bite to eat.We stopped at a chain restaurant and ordered something to satisfy this. She massaged it into her scalp, rubbing it into her hair, all the way to her shoulders. She used it like soap, covering her face and neck and chest. She made a thick lather on her stomach, her legs, behind her, in front of her, below her and beneath her. She rubbed it into the bottom of each foot and even between her toes. She loved this scent and wanted it with her until the ocean scrubbed it off.She stood as the shower pushed the lather off of her in slow, steady streams. Her hands massaged. I straddled him and ground myself against him. He gasped and ground back against me. We were helplessly falling. I held his wrists above his head and sank down onto him. I couldn’t help crying out and he groaned as we melded into one body. Our heat overtook all my senses. I was blind to anything but him, I lived to hear his ragged breathing, I was intoxicated by the musk of his body and salivated for the salt of his skin. Above all I felt the deep fullness of his penetration, permeating my.