Then she started expressing her sorrow part of her life saying about her husband who is always busy in earning money leaving alone her into dull and b...ring life. I started consoling her( might be the routine scene as in other experiences but of course this is the ignition point for every extra marital romance :) ).. then i moved closer to her putting my hand on her shoulders. wow!! that was an amazing touch of my life. Her skin was so smooth and that had passed a string of current into my. She had already decided the younger son Donald would be the one to carry on the Murphy line even if his name wasn't Patrick. She suspected that her eldest child's hooked nose looked suspiciously like that of the Jewish butcher Aaron Goldman. Her memory, if it served her correctly, informed her that she had been a bit loose with her Mary Jane in the butcher shop in order to get the very best cuts of mutton.He wasn't too put out by the thought he would be precluded from sampling the feminine. There is little question what she does to me. Problem is, she knows it. Real problem is, with two legs in casts, I can't just wander off and take care of my problem.So the conversation went something like this."Theresa." Yes, John?" I ... um..." Just spit it out."The irony of that statement was something I wasn't even going to touch."Not sure how to say this without getting both of us embarrassed."She turned around; looking to make sure her skirt hadn't been tucked inside her panties or some. The model Helen was wearing this morning looked like reduced-size tuning forks. Or maybe a better description would be to say the clamps looked like pairs of miniature chopsticks which were joined at one end. The nipple was imprisoned between the two sticks. At the end where they met, there was a small nut. Turning this nut one way would move the nut towards the nipple, force the chopsticks closer together and squeeze the nipple harder. Turning the nut the other way would reduce the pressure of.