OOo Nick opened the front door and a woman came in. She was blonde with blue eyes and huge tits. She was wearing a blue tank top and short shorts. W...at the fuck, I thought. “Baby, I missed you,” she said, while hugging him. He squeezed her ass. “You don’t know how much I missed that ass.” “I bet you did,” she said. She took his hand and pushed him on the couch while kissing him passionately. She sat on him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close before rolling her over, flipping. What I am going to do now? Could I have broken my ankle? Such things do happen, but why to me? I unbuckled the strap and gently touched the swelling. It was bigger than before. I took off the shoe and cautiously moved my ankle. More pain. Should I attempt to walk? Of course not, but I can't stay here as well. I stood up, carefully balancing on my right foot. It was very painful, but I somehow managed to put weight on the injured ankle. After a couple of tentative steps, I realized that I could. With a nod of acceptance John made his way into Vanessa’s office and threw himself down onto the divan chair he had come to be so familiar with. His attitude was one that could only be called pouting. His elation at an early appointment was brought down so quickly by having to wait, even if only a short while. The short while turned into half an hour before he heard footsteps. The divan was situated facing away from the door. John noticed the black hosiery first encasing thin, but nicely formed. I waded through the rising tide to find the shut off which was on the inlet pipe to the water heater. I cranked the valve closed and the water stopped rushing in. I went back to the base of the stairs and called up to Sarah who had been standing on the landing at the top. “It’s your water heater”, I said. “It’s blown a hole in the bottom, it’s shot.” I walked back over to the stairs and looked back up at Sarah, who was now squatting down to see as much of the problem as she could. Again my.