He wiped himself up with it. I drank in each detail of what he was doing. He struggled to bring the recliner back to upright. I watched as he checked ...he magazine for goo splatter. He seemed to almost be crippled as he struggled to get up. He then bent over to a small toolbox that had been sitting nearby on the floor. It had been there next to his chair the whole time. I just hadn’t noticed it. He opened the box and placed the magazine in it. He then put a padlock through the catch. I watched. We showered and got into bed soon. How were the panties? Torture chamber! I giggled.. He kept playing with my boobs.. I love these boobs! I could suck on you all day! I moaned as his lips found my nipples as he bit and suckled on them Tom was asking when could he get a taste of your sweet cunt next.. everyone wants to see you Ash he whispered into my ears.. Lets give them a show I moaned.. YES, Id like that.. Maybe over the weekend.. lets see.. I nuzzled and kept sucking and biting... I convinced them both to put our parent’s plans for a trip to Florida aside for the moment because we had a depressed friend to go and console. They readily agreed, and Cindy changed the subject by commenting about my arm finally being cast free; they both giggled about how lopsided I looked with a super tanned arm versus my Casper the Ghost one.I laughed at their good-natured ribbing and grabbed CC’s hand and pulled her, still giggling, towards the house. We stepped up onto Marty’s porch and. I gave up and decided to start my day early. I did the band-aid pull and yanked the covers off of me then snatching my robe from the door and to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and sat on the toilet waiting for the water to warm up. When steam began to roll off onto onto the tile floor I jumped into the shower and let the scalding hot water cascade over me. It soaked my dark hair and poured down my back sliding sensually. I became very aware of my body and moved the bar of soap slowly.