Putting a hand in the opposite cup, she moved the breast around. That seemed to work better.She used both hands on both breasts at the same time.Her w...rm girl heated up even more as she felt a familiar urge. She could imagine she still had Chip's, but instead of spreading up all of it, the buzz was concentrated in on small area at what would have been his base. The rest of it had become totally without support and shoved inside of her; but it wanted to come out. The really strange thing was. I awoke thirsty and still tired. The blood had quit oozing from the cut in my leg though I didn't know if that were good or bad. I tried to move my right leg and it did though it hurt badly when I did. I didn't try to move my left leg at all. I wondered if I could hobble if I could figure out some way to splint my leg. I would also need a crutch of some kind.I looked around in the car and saw nothing that would be of use except a jacket in the back that I could use to tie something. I opened. Dallas,Tx 1982-83. My mother was never around due to her d**g addiction but I saw her everyday. In the mornings before school, I would see her out on the corner. Usually getting in or out of someone's vehicle. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn't exist. At the time, I knew my Mom was a crackhead but I didn't really understand what she was doing on the corners all night to the early morning. I think I knew, but I was just naïve I guess... So one morning I saw my Mom. That's another reason I have to go shower a lot. You can see how all my clothes, hanging over there, are soaked through, and how the sweat drips off my face and body. A lot of the time I wear a light raincoat thing--there it is, with my clothes--which makes my sweating even worse but at least makes it so that people can't *see* that my clothes are soaked through.But the most embarrassing thing of all is the vaginal lubrication. It just floods at even the slightest, uh, stimulation, like even.