So I drag on my dressing-gown and totter downstairs.I open the door on a real surprise. A man of medium height and build, dark hair, dark eyesand a my...terious demeanour. He speaks as if we have already known each other for awhile••Morning. My name is Patrick. I've come :o look at your lawn " Go ahead Do you always start this early0'" Yes. It's best, if I have a lot of digging to do." Right. Well..I'll put the kettle on and you can get measuring, or whatever."I pulled my dressing-gown a little. After five or six more sessions, I had a pretty good idea of exactly what had gone "wrong".Session B13:"Do you feel my cock, slowly sliding in and out of your mouth, Marcie?"Due to my cock slowly sliding in and out of her mouth, I couldn't really understand her response, but I was pretty sure it was positive."You like it, don't you? You like knowing how hard I am, how turned on you make me. You like knowing that you're responsible for my arousal, and that you're the one who's going to get me. I am sure he would like it without condoms and we used to do it without condoms for a long time, so I decided to let him fuck without a condom.So after he came back he fucked me in different ways. First, it was slow doggy style and then he got really wild. He bit me on my boobs and kept slapping my but while fucking me. We then went 69 and he used his fingers and mouth and showed me real heaven. I couldn’t stop screaming or moaning. I couldn’t take it any longer and I had my squirting orgasm.. Two weeks in the Caribbean would surely treat both those problems.Anyway, driving in traffic, thinking of those long-standing deficiencies, I was totally unprepared for a sudden stop by the gal in the car just in front of me. A rabbit, I guess, had darted out and she'd slammed on the brakes. I swerved and didn't make it. My tibia and fibula were caught between my engine and her bumper. Damn! Once again, steel wins out over bone.In the first few weeks after the operations, I hadn't been much.