Anyway I was laid there and I could see him glancing at my cock, eventually he mentioned my scar, and I explained the background. He said it looked qu...te sore but I said as I was shaved (and I carried on shaving my pubes) and it was winter and my suntan had faded it looked worse. Of course by now he was openly looking at my scar and cock and I was slowly getting a hard on and so was he. I said it wasn't too bad and would soon get smooth, and with that he stretched over and run his finger up and. "How's that, sweetie?" breathed Bridgette, brushing her lips lightly acrossKaren's."God, how do you DO that?" asked Karen, quizzically."Do what?" asked Bridgette."Get your breath so sweet and nice. You really smell nice!" respondedKaren."Oh, just those breath drops they advertise on TV," replied Bridgette. "Youknow, where you have to send away for them, because they're `Not sold inany stores!' My mom got `em. She said a girl should always make herselfattractive for the boys." She giggled at. I quickly swapped into my shorts and t shirt and headed downstairs red faced.Daddy acted like nothing had happened. It hadn’t really, yes he’d come home and caught me dressed up as a schoolgirl but it was for school and a few of the other boys were all doing the same.We chatted about the day, I told him about us in the changing room and how funny John was and Daddy and me howled as I recounted him walking up and down.We settled down on the sofa to watch TV and I snuggled in as usual and relaxed. As January moved onto February, I finally gave in and quit taking my meds, allowing my body to work the chemicals out of my system and lose its developed immunity. I spent that hellish week at home in bed, howling at the top of my lungs while the seconds ticked by with sadistic slowness. Without anything to even muffle the full stimulation of all my pain receptors, my body was essentially ripping itself apart from the inside out. I couldn’t even tell when I was having a seizure or not, it just.