She knew now that the intensive therapy would be her saving grace; it was exactly what she needed to get her life back in order! She smiled, and decid...d to satisfy her desires. She thought about turning over on her back, but her butt was still sore enough that she didn't want to put any pressure on it yet. She thought about it for a few moments, then grabbed the other pillow, raised herself up, and slid it under her belly.She slid her hand down to her bush, and gently ran her fingers through. But none stood out so much as the huge, jagged scar running down his body, an ugly length of scar tissue extending from the top of his left shoulder all the way down to the bottom of his right hip. Silmaria swallowed heavily, her attention pulled in so many directions at once. Her thoughts were scattered and confused. She felt a measure of horror, for she couldn’t even imagine what kind of grievous wound would leave such a scar. A flare of appreciation for the strength and power of his body,. He complained about it to his friends, but it was a shared complaint.He answered, “That’s one of those questions that I really don’t know how to answer. I guess if I really had to answer it, I’d say it was pretty boring. How was work?”“Pretty boring,” Greg replied with a smile. He took a sip of his drink and then said, “I guess that some activities really aren’t that great a topic of conversation. You live in some environment for most of the day, but it’s so removed from what everyone else is. “Well then go right here.” Libba looked at me unsure but knowing how small her bladder was knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. “It’s okay no one will see you.”Reluctantly Libba hiked up her dress, squatting in the grass. It wasn’t long before she was squirting a yellow stream.I couldn’t help but watch afterwards grabbing the container of wipes from the back, cleaning her. It would be no accident that my fingers traced the soft pedals of her flower.“Daddy you are getting excited”.