He was so in love with her. He watched as she talked with people and wanted to disappear with her forever. They flirted over the next few hours with ...heir eyes and actions. They had done this dance many times over the last year. A look here, a wink there, a slight touch of the back or hand or standing closer than normal; they were very good at not being noticed in public. He watched her sitting on the couch with his mother, her ankles crossed. He knew that if she sat with her legs crossed. It wasn't long and he, I called him 'Slave Boy', walked in the door. I was standing in my living room waiting. I was wearing a pair of red lycra speedos and nothing else. Once he closed the door behind him, I told him to stay there, in front of the door, and take his clothes off. He did. Slave Boy was then standing there butt naked. What a tastey looking twenty-two year old body he had. He was shaved and had a healthy looking cock that was mostly hard.Since I have a thing for guys in. She is a nymphomaniac. I am not.It was an hour later when Rick came into the kitchen. There is no doubt that he has a body that was created in heaven. He has muscles on bronzed muscles. He has blond curly hair that looks as if my mother has been winding her fingers through it. He also has the biggest penis I have ever seen although I haven’t seen many. My eyes drifted down to it as he stood before me, naked.“Is that a cup of coffee? I could murder for a cup.” He reached out his hand.“Could you. “If ... they didn’t...” I started to say and then fell into a coughing fit, my throat burning.“It was a gamble, I’ll give you that. What they would have done was stabilize the area and try and limit any future damage, which for the average person would be the right thing to do. My concern was, it might inhibit your body’s ability to heal itself. I was concerned since, while we’ve seen some pretty spectacular stuff, we haven’t seen anything like this before. The damage to your spine didn’t just.