Making breakfast for us and mom questioned me about yesterday bath.. That you haven’t wear underwear yesterday.. I was confused what to say ..So I l...ed that there are some scratches on my main part and they are paining that is why I haven’t woreMom took it seriously and tell that she will take me to the doctor in evening..I was again scared and have no words to say to my momBut hesitatingly said I will not show this to any whom so ever even doctor..So mom convinced me but I am in no mood to get. When he returned he asked if I would be up to fucking him with him in a sling. Why not?I am game for most anything once. He led me to the basement where the sling was hanging from ceiling joists. He rolled on the condom , grabbed some lube and oiled up his fingers and and handed me the bottle. While he worked on his asshole,I slicked up my sheathed cock. Sometimes I have some issues with ED. This morning I had popped a Levitra and now was hard as ever. With the excitement of fucking this man’s. The main thing was to try to never sit still and to always have things to do. While at work that was usually quite easy, but at home I had to find increasingly more creative ways of keeping myself and my thoughts occupied. After taking several long walks, cleaning my apartment two times, cooking at least a month’s worth of food and finally trying if cold showers could possibly work on women as well, Friday evening made it’s somewhat unwanted appearance. After keeping busy for days, I realized. This hit me just as he released into my darkest passage, filling me yet again with his man cream. We showered, carefully drying each other with huge, soft, warm, white towels. Then we climbed back into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. The perfect sleep that goes with the warm afterglow of wonderful sex. “Ah, you’re awake. Let’s have breakfast on the balcony.” “Great. I’ll just get dressed.” “No need, it’s a lovely warm morning.” The table was already laid, sparkling white linen.