As my typing became more fluent and the pain in my hands decreased, I moved from only describing actions to discussing motives and making conjectures....I have kept my diary ever since, a few minutes each night, and it is to that diary and the contributions of others you owe my story. Initially Trish did my shopping but began to suggest that I try to do it myself. Now I was visiting the hospital twice a week and I hated the short journey there. It was hard work on crutches, and I longed to be. “You’ve gotta go, mister.” she said playfully pushing the bottom of one foot to my chest. She crossed her legs and continued to roll over so her belly was resting on the sofa and her knees on the floor. “I’m getting sleepy after cumming so hard.”Her ass was perfectly presented to me in this position. Old habits die hard and we both loved how we handled quickies. She was satisfied from oral sex and she knew that doggie position was my favorite for a hard, fast, stress relieving quickie. I. "It's a good thing Granma and Grampa didn't hear you."Brent sneaked a look at his parents on the left of Andrea and watched as they anticipated Scott's name being called. The O'Leary's had been unable to attend as they were out of the country on a European vacation, but sent their best wishes, and a very nice check for Scott to spend on whatever he chose. Finally, the announcer called Scott Gordon and he stood and walked up the stairs and onto the stage.Brent felt something close to tears as he. "ME: Good evening. I'm Brian Frost. Welcome to XX/XY: The Man's Show for Women. Boy does that sound strange. But if it was a man's show for men, we'd spend the next hour just staring off into space in companionable silence. Someplace along the line one of us would say something and then we'd all go home feeling like we'd had a great conversation. [Laughs.] I have forty young women from Beta House on the Indiana University campus with me to pilot our show.So are all of you single? How could I be.