You keep your eyes on that little sissy cock while we drivehome and think about how pathetic it is."As she drove out of the lot, she added, "And don't...you even THINK ofplaying with yourself, you shameless slut!" I stole a glance at her andsaw how strong and assured and in command she looked. I also knew Marlawell enough to see the signs that she was excited as I.Mistress studiously avoided even looking at me on the fairly brief drivehome. As ordered, I kept looking at my five-inch, hard,. No point wasting money on fiberglass when she will never be able to walk again. Of course. Moreover, she may never wake up from the coma. This tiny foot will never touch the ground again. Lifeless, it will stay frozen like that forever. The symbol of her paralyzed self. And eventually the muscles would wither and shrink, the nice curves vanishing completely. The door of the nurse’s room was closed; there was no one to be seen around. Simon slipped into ward 8 and cautiously closed the door.. I also left the room after some time. Form that day I became like a fish without water. I used to be in my friend’s house regularly but was never been so curious to get something from that house. From that day whenever we got chance we used to kiss each other. I used fond her boobs and even touch her butt and pussy from outside the cloth.But hadn’t got chance to fuck her even hadn’t seen her nude. Then I finally get lucky in one day. The day was the day of maha shivaratri ( Hindu’s greatest god. I was surprised that the topic of swinging came up from Imelda who asked my husband what he thought of it all. That led to a somewhat frank discussion as we listened to their experiences in the swinging world. I was amazed at the boldness of Imelda since she still gave the impression of being a very shy woman. I think she was very shy at heart but her experiences in the swinging world had opened her up quite a bit. Des mentioned that they were planning on having a baby next year and were going.