After 18 months (normal N.H.S. waiting times) I had the operation and was sent back home after 2 days with the surgeon saying I could take the stitche... out by myself after a week. If I had any problems I should see my G.P.Well after a week I found that I was having trouble trying to taking out my stitches due to the fact I was left- handed and finding it difficult to manipulate the tweezers and scissors. To cap it all I was having a serious case of blue-balls as I'd been unable to masturbate. After he first messaged me, we began a friendship that’s run five or six months. Unlike many men, he isn't overly sexual or demanding to see me. From the start, we’ve shared idle chat about our daily grind. He mentioned that a long time ago he’d met my man when he was married to his now-ex and I wasn't in the picture. They didn't really get along too well but there was some playing involving his wife.Some nights Dan and I played online pool and he always won as I don’t really play pool whether. 200 miles was 5 degrees ... I found that out listening to the weather report. I also found out that heading for Perth by way of the bight would have been a disaster. Lee shore and 200 foot tall cliffs ... not my cuppa tea. Great surfing though. Great surfing means great surfers ... my cuppa tea!Seems I think about cocks a lot. Probably because I have no access. JW has one of the best ... for his age ... but I’m his sister ... I don’t care ... but he does.Not only do I think about them ... I’ve. This was the first time she had ever "put me down" and I shot off when she did it. When we got home and unpacked I told her I wanted to fuck. She said no. I begged her, but she said Keith was coming over tomorrow while I was at work and she wanted to be clean for him and it was to late to take a shower. I couldn't sleep all night and all next day at work all I could think of was her and him fucking in my bed! I closed up a tad early and sent my guys home so I could haul ass home. When I got.