He moved slowly to the top of my breasts as he glided his hand through my hair and pulled it, forcing another moan from my mouth. I loved the feeling ...f domination that he brought over me. His hands fell further until he reached my black mesh ribbed double D bra and unclasped it to reveal my milky skin and light pink areolas. My nipples were at full glass cutting potential as well! We were in rhythm with each others touch, it was intoxicating and more than enough to make want his cock. As he. “It was the first thing I thought when I made my way through the shipwreck camp to check if my hand was rotting off. Black flats with white trousers? What were you thinking?”She finished his new bandage and gave his hand a squeeze that was just a little harder than she needed to. “The hand will not rot off. Today,” she said archly.“Thanks, Doc. We really should stop meeting like this,” Will smiled.“If you wish to spend time with me, you do not need to keep injuring your hand. Your last wound. The amount of cum was small but the pulses were strong and hard. I shivered with an orgasm and withdrew my finger from my ass. I washed it off with fresh soap and rinsed my body clean.After drying, I grabbed a long-sleeved t-shirt and went to bed. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was unconscious.Waking Sunday morning, my cock was hard and I really had to pee. Walking into the bathroom I found that I could not bend my erection down enough to hit the toilet and the urgency to piss was getting. Sucking in a large lungful of air. I shake my head, close my eyes, rub them. Then trembling, I look again. My brain shouts, two years – almost to the day! Then I think and correct myself, two years to the day. The day we last spoke. A day I was so happy, complete. But the new day wasn’t as bright. And a week later, some doubt returned. Shaking my head again, I press my eye and stare. Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move.