Damn, she felt good in my arms.The night went too fast. We danced about half of the dances and Peggy seemed happier than I had ever seen her. Her full...skirt billowed out every time she turned and I could see all of the guys watching her as she danced. I saw one guy get a punch in the arm from his date. After each dance she put her arm around me as we walked back to the table. A couple of guys came over to the table and asked her to dance but she politely refused. When I asked her why she didn't. Possibly, it is the pain. Never mind! It looks unbelievable that I can still breathe, feel, and see. This doesn't make me feel happy at all. Surely, I am going to die soon! I know that there is something wrong with me! Am I really dying? But I am just 27.I take a deep breath and try to chase the panic away. The thoughts scurry in my head. I am lying at the bottom of a deep well. I am seeing the light above me. It seems that the well is at least ten meters deep. The woman who pushed me is gone.. .is that okay Peter? He loves it when we do phone sex." I told her to give the phone to Mario.I heard the phone drop, then picked up and for the first time I heard Mario's voice. "Hello Peter. I want to thank you for making my wife so fucking hot. She is just a whore in spirit. She has never had another cock inside of her but mine. This is her way of closing her eyes and imagining you are really here...really fucking her."I laughed and said, "well I have enjoyed today's chat more than all. Now, it weren’t no surprise to see Betsy-Jo in her birthday suit, on account of that’s how folks dress when they’s a skinny-dippin’, but what plumb took me by surprise was how different Betsy looked since the last time I seen her like that. She was all rounded out and curvy lookin’ and them titties of hers was like two grapefruits hangin’ off of her chest, only they wasn’t really hangin’, it was more like they was pointin’ straight ahead at me, and down where her pecker woulda been if she was a.