We both have new lives now?the lives we were both meant to haveall along. It took us a while to get it right, but thank god, we did. Solet's not waste...any more time regretting the past. It happened for areason?it helped us get to where we are today. So what do you say we letbygones be bygones and start over. What do you say...can we be friends?"I'd managed to stop crying but nearly found myself starting all over againat Wendy's unexpected display of kindness."Gosh," I sniffed, "I really would. Shruti was 36-30-32 and was wearing a black shirt with a black mini skirt. kritika was also 36-28-30 and was wearing a polka dot white shirt with a black skirt. Piya was 32-28-28 and was wearing a black one piece and lastly, Tina was 34c-28-30 and was wearing a tight fitted backless short one piece which was purple in color.Now not making you bore I come to my story. Nagma was, as usual, wearing a yellow top paired with a short black skirt without bra and panty and I was in jeans and a tight. I walked back home and jerked myself off, wishing I had been invited to that party. Sunday afternoon I was called by Linda, she said she was having problems with her garage door and would I be so kind as to look at it for her. I couldn't wait and I took a new memory card with me and as soon as I located the problem with the door opener, I changed out the memory card and talked to Linda while she was cleaning up from the party. She was working up quite a sweat and she had no bra on, and her. The Doctor saying, “nerve damage, and so on could make married life ‘difficult’ in the future, only time would tell!” That sentence was the understatement of a lifetime! At home after a stay of a month or so, the bruising slowly went, I could piss once more independent of catheters and bags, even bear to hold it to aim my stream, but stiffen… not a bloody chance… My ever-loving Tina was a wonder, always loving and upbeat, fortunately she can drive, so ferrying me about was not a problem, but.