„Das reicht, Kleiner“, rief Maren. Es kostete mich einige Mühe, den Fluss zu stoppen, weil meine Blase so voll war. Genüsslich leckte sich Maren...über ihre Finger. „Mhhh, besser als jeder O-Saft am Morgen.“Es drückte mir immer noch gewaltig auf die Blase. „Darf ich weiterpinkeln, Maren, bitte?“, flehte ich. Mit strengem Seitenblick antwortete sie: „Nein, Tom, das hebst du dir getrost fürs Shopping auf, genau wie deine Ficksahne. Aber keine Angst: Wenn wir mit dem Einkaufen fertig sind, werden. ..”My arms now tightly around her as I spun her around, laying her on the bed, I again began kissing her lips, then onward to her neck, moving on downward, kissing between her breasts as I slowly caressed her , over her stomach, gently up the insides of her thighs, resting my hand now between her legs, I could feel her matching pink panties were soaked, I unhooked her bra, and began suckling her nipples as I slid my hand into her panties, she moaned and began moveing her hips in time with my. .." she added, now looking up to smile at me, almost imploringly so. "Until that time..."I didn't let her finish, I'm not sure she could have anyway. I merely nodded my head in acquiescence of that, for the first time since the accident, now wishing my still somewhat long recovery might even be further delayed.**We spent every night together after that making love. Two weeks later, one cast coming off my arm entirely, the other recast, but in a much more moveable one that permitted much better. Sundar ladki ko dekhkar mera lund khada hone lagta hai aur bekaabu ho jaata hai. Chodne ki icchha ho jaati hai. Man karta hai uske narm narm gaalon ko choon loon aur uske hothon ko choos loon. Apni baahon mein bharkar uski chuchiyon ko dabaa doon aur apne lund ko uske bur mein daal kar chod daaloon. Shaadiyon ke din the aur shaadi ka maahaul tha. Mere teesre chhote sale ki shaadi thi aur humlog sasural mein ikattha hue. Kaafi log hone ki vajah se har kamre mein kai logon ka intezam tha. Meri.