I continued with the rest until the bastards beat a hasty retreat out of range of my hand grenade fusillade (which then gave me the opportunity to sho...t the fuckers with the AK). They annoyingly kept up the fire on the church. I sure as hell didn't know why because these walls were so thick a round wouldn't penetrate.I picked up a grenade, tossed it in my hand a few times and came up with a hell of an idea.Elena ran up with more supplies and I asked, "Do you know what a baseball bat is?"She. Teenage me was drawn to...well, what every teenage boy is drawn to. Blonde, busty, athletic, the works. Eventually, meeting her family, I was pleasantly surprised to find that her mother and sister were cut from the same cloth. Obviously I never pursued anything aside from the constant pornographic movie trailer running through my young imagination, but over the years, I've had plenty of "additional footage" to add to the script. As I already mentioned, my wife is incredibly sexy, and I love. "Maybe. If I am not comfortable, I can't feel it. I am paralyzed now," she replied"There must be something I can do for you." Don't worry! I will be fine soon. By the way, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry."I nodded."Do you feel embarrassed about the way I look now?" she asked."No, no, but somehow ... I need to help you.She gave me a weak smile and continued to examine the ceiling with her good eye."Could you please bring me a glass of water?" she said.I stood up and hurried. She was doing that for me, not for her. She felt bad for me and was trying to save me by making my boner go down. I showed her that that wasn't gonna work by staring at her boobs whenever she looked at my eyes. I would time it. When we made eye contact I would look at her eyes for a bit then glance down at her breasts. The rest of our conversation consisted of me acting extremely embarrassed, me purposely trying and failing at cover my cock, her smiling and giggling at me, her failing at.