But two days of freedom from the tightness and binding and agony of adjusting stays and ties made her think that, at least while she was on the island... she might just be able to go without them.“Oh turn around ... turn around!” she cried. Before either man could follow her directions the shirt she was wearing was half undone and both men were treated to a large expanse of smooth pale cleavage. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up, putting her arms through it.“Uncle Martin? Can you button. "This will take the sting out and disinfect. But your shorts are blocking the top. Go in the bathroom, take them off and wrap a towel around you." OK doc." When I came back she did have me stretch my leg out on the bed, one part of the towel draped over my cock and balls, the other side moved out of the way so she could continue her work."Wow, it did just miss the good parts. You got lucky." I was lucky alright, as she concentrated on dabbing the lotion on the welt her hand and arm. Take, for example the coincidence of a weak bolt being installed in the engine of an airplane, and the coincidence of my wife being on that airplane when that bolt broke. We'd been married for three months when that bolt snapped. It happened to be a very important bolt, and the engine lost power. It was coincidence that there was a storm going on around the plane at the time too. The end result was that I lost her, and the wound went deep enough that, ten years later I still haven't been on a. "If you think I'm going to take off my leotards just because you've shot your load all over them, you've got another thing coming," Vanessa informed me with a pout. She wiped up some of my cum on her finger and then sucked on it playfully. "Now on with the story." "'I could stand to loose a little bit off of my butt,' she laughed [that was Samantha, wasn't it], giving me an excuse to look. "'Couldn't we all,' I replied, frustrated that I couldn't tell her what I really thought. "'I quickly.