She had said she was moving back to Illinois from Florida to help take care of her aging grandmother. I was staying with my folks helping Dad take car... of things around the house and cooking, anything to help out while he took care of my ailing Mom. So we had the caregiver thing in common. I was divorced had no k**s, she was a widow with two grown k**s that both lived in another state. She moved back and we started talking on the phone, catching up, talking about old times, etc. A mutual friend. She saw the damage done to my genital,Matriarch suggested, wash him off the dirt, mom washed me and took my genital in her palm and show it to matriarch she called her maids who brought medicinal oil.Mom made me sit on her lap and poured the medicinal oil to massage my cock to reduce the blood clotting and swelling, it hurts a lot I cried the maids caught both my hands and the matriarch started massage my crushed balls to free up blood clotting it hurts I cried, then mom pored a lot of oil on. She lifted her finger, looked at the glob on the end and put it to her tongue. She tested it before putting the finger in her mouth and pulling it out clean. Smacking her lips she gave me a grin."Hmm, pretty good," she giggled."You can have a better taste later," I offered as I sat up and pushed her onto her back. "Your turn."I began moving my hands over her firm, youthful flesh and kissed her neck and shoulders. My mouth travelled to her lower throat and down to her perky nipples. I licked and. I just made up fake stories about the fake girl I had sex with. I told her that it was wild and that my dick was sore for the next two days because of the continuous torture I received sexually. Nidhi asked me if my cock was still sore. I laughingly said to her, “No, it is all okay now and I am all ready for a new chick to bang!”Hearing all these, Nidhi told me that her boyfriend’s cock was very small, like only 4 inches long. She told me that it was very thin to even feel it inside.