They were mainly 22-23-year-old BSNs, either fresh out, or finishing up. The town was not the kind of place anybody would go to for fun. So my BSNs te...ded to gravitate toward Eau Claire for evenings out. The fact that the girls were going to Eau Claire for the nightlife ought to give you some idea how exciting and vibrant our little town was.I was nearly 34 at that point and my only aim was to settle down. The problem was that I really didn’t have anyone to settle down WITH, not that the locals. Instead, he just felt her squeezing his tip, and the rivulets of her passion seeping through the nighty were dripping down his cock so lewdly that he had to contain himself from thrusting up into her, instead.Before he could, she drew herself up, and then onto her feet, standing on the bed over him. She stood straddling his sides, breathing heavily, and he half expected for her to just drop back onto it with abandon, but instead she lifted her arms above her head and stretched."Which do you. I grabbed the top of the pistol, holding the flint back and smashed his gun hand down to the table top, likely breaking a knuckle or two. Someone jumped on my back, and I shrugged him off and backed up a step, yanking my blade bayonet from my belt."One at a time," I said. "Outside."I turned my back again and walked toward the door, listening attentively and watching the tavern girl's face for clues of what was going on behind me. Despite doing dumb and show-off things like that, I managed to. Birth defects were corrected all the time, how was I any different? I began to explore a bit more, touching, feeling, experimenting. I was still pretty numb for several months. I would have brief periods of panic where I thought I might not ever get full feeling down there, but as I explored more, continued to touch, to test, feeling came back gradually. I became addicted to trying to nurse more sensation back into my body, frequently touching myself whenever I had a moment or so alone, just to.