I knew from long experience that nothing other than a shower would fix it; I sighed and limped out of the bedroom.Instead of heading straight for the ...iving room, I shuffled into the spare room where all my things were. I sat on the edge of the bed, and started getting changed. I left on Steven's shirt, but I slipped my bra on underneath, and then eased my sore leg into my scrub pants. After a couple of minutes, I heard Steven call my name; I told him I'd be a minute and went back to what I was. Where did we do it? In the toilets (bit risky) or in nice weather a trip across the road to the Common where there were many secret places deep in the undergrowth. Well that was the norm, until one day …..Kevin was my best mate, we were also regular wanking partners. On this day we had walked back to my home, which was quite close to our college. My parents were both at work so the house was empty. We dropped off our heavy stuff, boiled up a kettle and took ourselves upstairs to my bedroom. I started to see the change.We vacationed back home where my friend had just gotten into an apartment. I couldn't wait to let my friend use the fuck out of my little wife. As we walked up to my friend Jake's apartment, I watched as my wife climb the first few steps. Danielle was wearing her shortest shorts and I was mezmerised watching the bottom of her ass cheeks giggle with every step. I had my little whore knock on Jake's door. Jake let us in as he eyed the hell out of Danielle's tits. We. I tried to concentrate and succeeded in unscrewing one of the screws, without stabbing myself. “Is there some problem?” she asked softly. “This case is a bit… but I’ll cope with it.” “Great, “she said and clicked her pen. She had taken her shoes off – pointed-toe, leather mules, size six. Her feet were dangling limply a few inches off the floor, and looked very small, almost childish. They were not moving at all. I thought that her restlessness was entirely channeled into her hands. I heard.