Her feet were encased in apair of pink open toed pumps with a four inch heel. Her blond hair wascurled and gathered to the back of her head in a loose...bun. On her headshe wore a pink bowlers hat with a white veil turned up around the brim.Gwen was wearing a pink knee length sweater dress with ?" sleeves. On herfeet were a pair of brown heels, with a slightly raised platform at thetoe. Her brunette hair was gathered in a bun on the lower right side ofher head, and she was wearing a white cloche. She also loves being fucked in her ass, and told how much I love her ass and how much she wants, *needs*, to have my cock in her ass. Since she became pregnant about two years ago we have had almost no sex. Maybe once, or twice at most. She said she is afraid of feeling physically uncomfortable, and simply doesn't feel any desire since she feels like a "milking machine" for our baby. I strongly suspect she feels guilty because she knows how badly I want to have sex, but doesn't feel she can. You are complacent and for a moment you stand quietly as I rub you down with a towel. I begin to dry your hair and as I do, you drop to your knees in front of me and draw my rock hard cock between your lips once again. “I want it. I want your cum. I want to drink your cum!” “Wait, I want your cunt!” You look up at me from your kneeling position and reluctantly you release me. With a pout, you take a fresh towel and quickly dry me off. And, suddenly you are gone and a small light in the. . and oh, yes, that pain ... all seemed to swirl together in my head.Now, I thought, my summer was COMPLETELY ruined.It was well past midnight by the time we got home, but I got very little sleep that night. The painkillers only dulled the pain and the cast on my leg was heavy and unfamiliar. Between all that and Mom coming in to check on me every couple of hours, the best I could do was doze off for a few minutes at a time. What little sleep I did get was filled with dreams of flying bicycles.