Afterward, she unrolled the splint material before cupping it along its length to mold along his leg, then put a ninety-degree turn at the bottom to f...t under his foot. The curve now prepared to match his leg, she bent the edges back along the entire length of the splint to add strength, per the instructions.“Oh, Baby, I hope you won’t feel this, because I have to get those bones back into position, or we risk gangrene.” With unnoticed tears streaming down her face, she braced his leg, pulled. Scarcely a day went past that she didn’t collapse to the nearest chair sobbing, maybe two or three times. As often as not I would come home from work and find her still in her nightclothes and an old threadbare bathrobe; the sink would be piled with dirty dishes, beds unmade, the house not cleaned, no food in the fridge or cupboards and the laundry still unwashed in its basket.Today was just such a day and I’d had a hard shift on my multi-drop deliveries, fighting the traffic, humping heavy. "God, love. Oh please more!" Slipping fingers down my pants, he starts to rub my clit. Continuing to lick and suck my nipple, his finger makes its way to my slit. I gasp, "Oh, shit. Please I need you." Laughing, he continues teasing my breasts and my wet soaking pussy. Up against the door, I cry out as his fingers fuck me faster until he stops suddenly."What the hell?" He watches my face and starts to laugh, "Not yet pet, I want you to cum when I am deep inside you." I glare at him and start to. But technical writing didn’t have a lot of good uses for sex as part of the lesson, but I needed someone to touch me. It would be a reasonable request, something I had to do.Meaghan couldn’t get mad and I could get my fucking ovaries off.I was a horny daze when lunch arrived. My dick’s tip felt so swollen. I groaned when I spotted Meaghan sweeping through the halls to me. She grinned at me, darting forward, her hair swaying about her face.“There’s my swim champ,” she said. “Mmm, and your cock.