Putting my weight on it little by little, it held up, though it didn't quite want to straighten, the tissue and underlying muscle tight. It was pretty...much healed, thank goodness and, within a couple more days, I was back up to full health, no thanks to the constant pestering of my aunts.Despite how much work they had to catch up on, they still showed up at my house several times a day and forced me to drink the horrible concoctions they called "rejuvenation tonics", claiming it would help me.. After what happened last night I should be beside him so he doesn’t wake to an empty bed -- but I need to write this down while the thoughts and sensations are still fresh.We were getting ready for bed. Nebo undressed. He headed down the hall and into the bathroom. I turned down the covers of the guestroom bed and slid between them. He returned and I regarded him as he approached. His body was not muscular but the definition of his deltoids gave his slender arms a pleasing shape; and his legs. .. okay at first. I thought thinking moredirty thoughts would help. And it did.I thought about Erin slyly walking up to me,wearing an outfit I'd thought up: a tight redblouse t-shirt that gave a beautiful view of hercleavage, black micro-skirt, shiny heels andsecretary glasses. She said she was horny andwondered if I'd help. The bulge in my pants saidyes. She unzipped my fly and released athrobbing dick. I imagined her sucking aroundthe tip and down the shaft, her loving lipsengulfing it when. I fucked up. I promise I won’t do it again, Steve. I promise.’ ‘No more lies?’ Steve asked, and Gwen sat up straight. ‘When have I ever lied to you?’ she asked, suddenly defensive. ‘Who are you, ‘Gwen’?’ Steve was taken aback. He’d gotten to know Gwen, her idiosyncrasies, but he hadn’t seen her like this before. She leaned forward slightly in the chair, her upper lip pulling into a sneer. ‘What, Steve, you a Fed?’ she asked, even her accent slightly different, an edge to her girlish voice. When.