"Do you need more help?" Steven asked."I can pull the panties down myself, thank you." Sorry." Steven, I am somewhat edgy lately. But I didn't mean to...offend you." I understand," he squeezed my left palm delicately. "Call me when you are ready!" he said and left.As I finished, Steven carried me back."The next time I will use the crutches. I promise." As you please. It's up to you. I don't mind helping you. Your broken leg has to be elevated most of the time. By the way, how is the sprained. He kept squeezing my tits and tweaking my nipples as I kept jumping on him, all the time screaming.Finally Aarif screamed ” Ohhhhhhhhh, I am coming”All three girls screamed in unison “Nooooooo”38D was pleading “Please take it out. Let him cum outside. We want to see him ejaculate”I got up from him. He stood in front of me and as I held my boobs closer he pumped his cock and his hot liquid splashed on my boobs, face and mouth. He kept discharging in several spurts and when he finished I took his. When we reached the bedroom we stood at the edge of my bed our hands still clasped, and I knew. I reached out to him tracing my fingers down his cheek and across his lips, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, heard his sharp intake of breath as I leaned into him my lips seeking his. I ran my hand through his hair and down to his shoulders, his hand snaking around my waist to the small of my back pulling me into him. I tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his broad masculine chest. “That was so moving and intense,” Jessica said, as we headed for the Eisenhower Expressway.“I loved the music,” I said. “The mournful a cappella music is just perfect. And the last of the Hymns of Lamentation, what the order of the service called the ‘Third Stasis’, was amazing. I’ve never heard anything like that in my life. I actually think I might like these two services better than the Paschal service.”“Maybe next year we can go on Wednesday night,” Kara said. “I’d like to see that service.