.and yeah. Good times. She had me remove my pants and I was standing there in my boxer briefs, my thick cock against my leg, clearly outlined. She gas...ed, barely audible and asked which side I was injured on... “Um, the left side” (that was the side my cock was resting against, I didn't do it on purpose) “Well, lets see how bad it is. How bad does it hurt when I do this?” She massaged the muscle that was pulled, and in the process made contact with my cock, making it twitch visibly. “Yeah that. She was in a tight black latex catsuit that hugged her curvy body like a second skin. A zipper ran down the front from neck to crotch and she had it opened far enough to give an ample peek at her impressive cleavage. The suit was shined to an almost mirror finish and she had boots on with 3-inch stiletto heels.Her hair was slicked back and her make-up was severe but not trashy. In her gloved hands she held a riding crop, bending it and then swishing it in the air as she spoke."Get up, slutboy,. I did think my life was worth protecting. As usual, I bought everything from the Walmart Super store, a couple of miles from my house.Before I did anything I made coffee. I mixed three cups of cold water with three heaping soup spoons of coffee. Then I brought it to a boil in a percolator with the works removed. After the coffee boiled thirty seconds, more or less, I strained it. My strainer was made from a coffee can with the top and bottom removed. It had a piece of fine fiberglass screen. I’d put on a happy face for them but I knew they knew I was faking it. ‘Dad, why don’t you sell this place and buy a smaller house, or even get a condo?’ Sally was my youngest and she worried about me constantly. ‘I’ve put in a lot of blood, sweat, and tears here Sally, there’s no way I could sell this place.’ The memories stirred once again as I thought of the things Tricia and I had done together over the years to make this house into a home for our family. ‘It’s so large though dad. I mean,.