I hated having to stand on one leg in the shower; with my coordination, it just wasn't safe. But it was all coming back to me from previous injuries, ...nd I finished getting clean without incident.Shaving was a different story. I managed to shave the injured leg quite easily, by propping it up on the edge of the bathtub, like I normally would. My armpits were also equally simple. However, shaving my 'good' leg proved to be much more difficult. I tried again and decided I was not going to be able. No, no, he wasn't going to fix his stupid make up and hair. He'd hadenough. Dale was sort of right, he wasn't fighting them any more. Theyhad him just where they wanted him. He dressed and made himself up likea silly girl with the minimum of effort from them. He was fearful tooutright rebel, it scared him to the bone, but he didn't have to bequite such a sissy, he'd show a little more backbone.The irony was maybe lost on Ashley of the boy buoying himself up withmanly pride whilst sat at a. I could see what was coming. I moved to lie on my back and she followed, placing her head on my chest, letting her hair fall, knowing that each time she moved her head she would tickle my chin. I stoked her hair and her naked back, feeling her tits on my stomach and the trinket bounce on my chest each time she moved."You're so sweet. Please keep telling me that it will be okay."My hand moved over her back in a circular motion in response to her plea. I felt the top of the plain white panties. As she was getting ready the stuff, I had time to check on her nice curvy body. It was perfect; a very tiny waist, nice hips and a pair of long toned legs to die for… Her skin was darker than coal and she gave me every time a very amazing beautiful smile…She drew the curtains round my bed and pulled the covers away.To my surprise; before I could even react; she removed my robe, leaving me totally naked lying there on the bed.I had not fucked my sexy wife in a full week; so I was horny as hell,.