Sally got out, and made just a few steps when a pickup truck jumped the curb, ran down the sidewalk, knocked over a mailbox. Then it jumped the curb i...to the parking lot, hit me broadside in the driver’s door. I had only had time to turn my head. I woke up days later in the hospital. Left arm shattered, (of course I am left handed) left leg broken, ribs broken. My face was badly swollen, my long thin nose that I always hated was badly broken, laid almost sideways on my face. One cheekbone was. She was in fact living with me and I did a lot f or her while at my house. I would rub cocoa butter on her stomach to hide the stretch marks and to my delight I was able to do that with her breast as well. They were slowly filling with milk and my sister didn't want stretch marks there either so she'd gladly show her breast to me and allow me to apply the cocoa butter to them as well. She thought it was no big deal and to her it may not have been. To me it was a very big deal. The fact that it. Katie rubbed her finger over the tiny slit and smeared the pre-cum juice around."And he's drooling. Maybe we should get him a bib?" Andrea giggled at that.I was feeling uncomfortable and thought I should be participating, the safest way, of course, was to cup Katie's tit from the side. She reached across her chest and lightly slapped my hand away."Don't get grabby, Mr Sex Fiend Man! This is we girls' party."She immediately went back to lightly caressing my cock head, checking once in a while. . in solo sexual exploits. Only with my loving partner.” He sighs.“No, you’re right. I think ... I think this is something I need.” I look in his eyes. “I’ve been feeling so ... so strange lately. Horny strange.”He gives me an encouraging nod.“I want to do something. With other people.” I tell him.“Like do a wife swap?” He asks. My turn to nod. That doesn’t quite sound right. But I need something. “Ok. We will look into it. If it’s something you need. Because I assure you. I am happy.”I grab my.