He pantomimed her throwing them to him. She shook her head, but did throw his boxers to the edge of the stream. He motioned for her to turn around and...he waded to the edge and slipped them on. ‘You can turn around now,’ he said. She looked over her shoulder and saw he was covered before turning around. She saw the dressings on his other wounds and her eyes widened. The worst wound on his thigh was soaked with blood as was the one on his hip. He limped forward a step and held up his hands. He said, Lookit, man: you really hurt me. YOU hurt me bad. If you expect me to just forgive and forget, you’ll have to make me feel better.What are you thinking?Well, I like blowjobs. How about a blowjob?The guy thinks about it for a moment. He thinks, ‘Well, I could give this bear a blowjob, but that’s disgusting. Or, he could tear me apart, and I’d die slowly and in terrible anguish. Ya know, giving this bear a blowjob starts to look not so bad’. He turns to the bear, and says, How about the. Lisa was amused when Rose invited another student to join them at lunch.“Lisa and Jimmy, I want you to meet my neighbor. His name is Chet.” Rose said but her eyes were focused on Lisa with a naughty glint.Lisa looked him over and could see why her Mom had found the young man so attractive with his boyish looks. He had red hair with fine freckles and light blue eyes. Then it hit her that Chet was a male version of Rose. Lisa was certain that many older women had fantasies about helping guys like. After we broke, I rested my head on hers for several moments and she asks again, ‘Penny for your thoughts?’ ‘Memories of England. Of a year ago.’ ******* It was another balmy August Monday in England. I was sitting at a table at the back of the local pub with Mary Sterns, savoring Napoleon brandy and Havana cigars. Smoking wasn’t permitted in the Vicarage, but I enjoy a good cigar occasionally and Mary was introduced to the magic of Havanas on one of her trips on behalf of the.