When my daddy came back from Europe he was like really worried about me. He stayed with me day and night, he wouldn’t leave me alone. He helped me t...ke my sponge baths because I had the casts on both of my arms and my lower leg. When I had to use the bathroom my daddy wiped me clean each time and he continued to check my vagina and butthole, just like you’re doing right now, until they stopped bleeding all together. He told me that, ‘he wouldn’t take me back home until I felt absolutely okay. I noticed that I longed for hand-stimulation and that at times, I just wished I could get this challenge over with so I could go back to hand-stimulation and my standard fantasies which I found difficult to use in this kind of thrusting-type masturbation. I found that with extended thrusting onto fabric, the friction and heat sometimes causes the condom to break. An experience I would not want to happen during actual intercourse. I now have a better idea of how fragile a condom can be. I found. Her phone on the sofa beeping its call, Rodney having been taught from a youth never to leave a ringing phone passing her blessed machine. She took it, then lay back. Rodney being a randy lad began once, more, as she put her phone to her ear, it was the chess champion, the conversation had a lot of “yes but you said”, and “ but I thought it might turn you on dear” and “you did say and I can hardly put him off now can I , he was just about to mount me as you rang,” she tapped young Rodney on the. There was NOTHING she would not do and often it was at her urging to do it. Some things I am not able to share her, so simply use your imagination.Her gift came on my birthday. She invited me to her house and as I enjoyed my drink and chatted with hubby, she left the room. Once she had gone he simply said to me that he knew we were fucking (not everything else though)and that it was ok because she needed enjoyment and he couldn't give it to her. They remained married as high school friends only.