“Here?” she wondered.“Yes,” I said.“OK, that’s OK,” she said. “That muscle was traumatized during the first surgery and it hasn’t se...n much use in the past couple of weeks. That’s normal. Where else?”“It goes across my shoulder to my back,” I noted.“Also normal,” Sondra said, nodding. “How about your arm? Do you feel pain there?”“Yes,” I said.“That’s really good,” Sondra replied. “Tell me about the pain in your arm.”“It hurts,” I answered.She laughed lightly.“I was talking a little more. Her body gives in again and she starts to buck and quiver. He begins to flood her cervix with hot drunken bile as I open the door. And what to my wondering eyes did appear?... A fat hairy drunk between my stepdaughters' legs pumping his drunken venom into her young pussy. He yells as I come in, “don’t touch me! It’s too late, as he grunts. I just fucking came in this bitch! I heard you two when you were down here before! I’ll tell her mother and everybody!” His fat hairy ass cheeks contract as. By going around it we were sheltered from the sun and the thick trunk partially hid us from the road. It would be hard for anyone walking past to see into the shadows.Maria stood with her back against the tree and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to take her in my arms and start kissing her deeply. Her lips parted readily and our tongues fenced as we ground our bodies together. Her tits pressed hard against my chest and I ground my hips until my hard cock was thrusting against her. The lightening and thunder cracked and rowred through the night sky and rain pelted down on the porch roof. I sat on the porch steps waiting to see his head lights coming down the drive way. It was getting late and I still didn't see that El Camino coming down the drive. Not only had it be one of the most long and agonizing weeks without him, it was what he did to me while he was away. Getting the cute text messages that drove me over the edge about what he would do to me if we were together..