" Oh Danny."It was another two weeks before Dr Warzi (the little Asian guy with the cold stethoscope) adjudged me fit enough to go home, although with...two broken legs, it was easier said than done.Jenny had practically lived at the hospital for the whole five weeks I was in the coma. Every day she'd held my hand and talked to me, kissed me and played my favourite Willie Nelson CD's to me.Her own injuries thankfully hadn't been life threatening, although she'd lost a lot of blood when the seat. .er, to excrement, and parents will, in consequence, withdraw theirlittle darlings en masse to shield them from the great hullabaloo.You'll lose your school."The teacher had finally grabbed the principal's attention. Von Aft putdown her mail, her letter-opener making circles in the air, to say:"A transsexual, you say? And blue-skinned, like a Smurf? But surelythe color's not permanent? I've heard of blue bloods, but never ofblue-skinned people outside of the movies and children's cartoons. . Kent got up on his knees with his fully engorged thick and uncut 7" cock bobbing in front of him under his ample stomach, and reached over and pulled my jeans and socks off for me. As he repositioned himself next to me on the bed he removed my hand from the shaft of my cock and began teasing the head with his fingers. I took his meaty member in my own hand and began rubbing it for him as we watched the next scene. To be honest, I can't really remember what was happening on the TV as my thoughts. Richard asked, "Can't we talk about this? Isn't there another way wecan solve this?"Loretta answered, "You are wearing lipstick that you put on, what doyou have on that doesn't go with lipstick? Susan wanted a maid and youdidn't. Well. Now she is going to get her wish. You better be the bestmaid a person can have, do you understand?"Richard replied, "I know everything goes with lipstick but aren't yougetting carried away with this?"Loretta retorted, "No, I am not getting carried away with this..