I am so clumsy…not used to boys…err, men," she replied sheepishly. "Would you like to have lunch with me? I have plenty to share," she spoke as he... hand reached out with a soft delicate touch on his arm. She offered him half of her sandwich and quietly started eating. Dad accepted the sandwich as he watched her take dainty tiny bites of her half. Her eyes keep darting over to look at him and as she took another bite, a tiny bit of bread crust dropped inside her blouse."Oh my," Dad said. Her. She rushed to stop, but only stuck to my palm, trying to remove my hand, which is of course in vain. To be honest, there is no more happiness than the thighs through the clothes. However, the kind of satisfaction that invades the opposite sex and the private territory, and she did not have much resistance or just pretending to resist but actually accepted the attitude, so that my spirit has been greatly satisfied.Therefore, although it is separated by clothes, I imagine the softness and. .How was your trip??" Of course there was no reply, just a deep yawn as he took off his clothes on the way to the bathroom, leaving them on the floor in his wake for me to pick up and fold. Within seconds i was waiting outside the bathroom door as he tinkled, hoping upon hope that he would use my face as the toilet the next time. In my dream state, i heard my name called; "slut! get your skinny ass in here now!"...there were several pet names he used for me, like slut, cunt, sissy, . I grip the steering wheel and prepare for the impact. Now I'm sitting at home with two broken arms, casted from the shoulder down. The doctors in the emergency room said that the worst thing I could have done was lock my elbows into place holding the steering wheel. The force snapped bones in both arms. He tells me I'll be out of commission for at least a month and sets up in home care for me. Since I can't move my arms, I'll have to rely on others to cook for me. Feed me, bathe me. Luckily my.