.. she caressed my breast. Grazing the nipple.pecking my bottom... suddenly the robe was off..she rubbed between my thighs gently. Ahhh...she moaned....Licking my breast and biting between my thighs. Aunt Traci began suckling my vagina softly. ..rubbing my vagina slowly with her fingers.finger fucking Me slowly. Rough.massaging my vagina ...slowly.squeezing my curls gently.stroking me between my legs gently...tugging at my nipple and Kissing me passionately.( instantly giving me oral sex)* the. But don't worry your pretty little head, baby, I'm sure everything is going to be just perfect.” Nurses and doctors continually changed my bandages and packing - whatever the hell packing is - but they wouldn't let me see what they were doing, putting my feet up in stirrups with a sheet over my knees during the entire process. Two weeks passed and I started getting worried that something might actually be going wrong. I mean, I could feel anything, but then there wasn't much to feel to begin. .I...I don't know."Me: "What don't you know?"Brooke: "You're not making this easy on me."Me: "Should I? I truly do understand you need to get your headstraight, and I don't want to pressure you at all, I was just worried.I have not heard from you in over a month. I thought I would at leastrate something. A note? Even a brief phone call?"Brooke: "Yeah, I know."Me: "Is it me? Did I do something wrong?"Brooke: "No, not at all! It's just...I...well...I was scared I guess."Me: "Of what?"Brooke:. The thigh bands were a constant annoyance. They limited the distance of my pace. This actually helped me to walk more gracefully, but it was still an annoyance.“OK, go get the feather duster from the laundry room. I want you to dust everything in the apartment so that you can practice walking, reaching and moving. I’m going to catch up on some reading while you practice, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”I did as instructed. My feet were starting to get sore after all the time I had been.