Poked through the hole it must have been 20cms, and growing, good heavens and thickening before my eyes as I put the lid down and sat, reaching my han... to grasp this gift. Now, at full stretch I can be 20cms, but not as thick as this around, and to hold it took the entire stretch of my long fingers, and I moaned in glorious feelings. It jumped in my hand and I went to work with my lips on the head, my tongue sliding up and down and around the length and into the piss hole, tickling. I opened my. "You're doing fine. Is there anything you need?" I wouldn't mind a bath sir; I'm beginning to become rather fragrant." Hmm, a proper bath's out of the question, you mustn't get those stitches wet. A good wash is all I can offer; I'll have a talk with your mother."Ten minutes later Cathy stepped into his room, "the doctor says you are doing fine and that you want a bath." Yes, but I guess that's something I'll have to wait for." Not necessarily, I know it has been a couple of years since I had. And the time went far too quickly. Neither of us wanted to stop, but we had to. Gary was going to phone me when their match was nearly finished, so that I could make my way to the bar and catch their bus home.Hazel and I chatted while we got dressed. She was so unhappy in her marriage. Nigel never paid her any attention sexually, and she didn't fancy him any more either. She told me she didn't really like him much.We made arrangments to meet up again the next Monday evening, but both of us. The door in the blank wall opened and the people in the courtyard turned and fell silent for a moment, then whispered among themselves. 25 men dressed identically in simple work clothes and three women dressed in black dresses marched out in an approximate line, escorted by three other men. They stood in a line along the wall and faced the crowd and the sculpture, some of them sullen and some ashamed and some defiant. They were prisoners. The men who escorted them carried rifles. All the.