I was walking mostly unassisted by then, although I still used the cane if I was sore or tired and my knee remained weak. I had a pronounced limp that...I was striving to overcome, which was also tiring, so after she secured a rental we took a little walk in a park to work on that before she had to see a patient at 2:30.When I got home I found that my mailbox was once again demolished and my front yard scored with deep tire tracks; it had undoubtedly been that way in the morning when I’d left,. " Wow." Yeah." So, you're saying that my coming back to The Cities for the winter was a waste of time, basically. You're going to Mexico! ... For how long?" Season runs from now until the end of the year. Then there are playoffs and post-season tournaments all through January." Season runs from now? When are you leaving?" Bill and I are flying down tomorrow morning." Tomorrow?... Tomorrow?" she said again.She wasn't taking this well. "Yeah," I said, trying to sound downcast. Hell, I was. ’ He moves closer and you continue to watch him. Without moving. Without rising. You lay on the hammock. Awkwardly. Afraid to get up. Afraid to break the moment. You have been so lonely. So desperately lonely. Your heart begins to pound as you see his smile again. You can feel your breasts swelling out toward him. Your nipples are hard as nails. They push the fabric of you shirt up like tiny tent poles. And you know it isn’t just the cold. You long to feel him touch them. Even a feather’s. Once we’ve reached the clearing and I’ve made sure that we are indeed alone, I direct her to a nice patch of grass to lie down, on her back, arms and legs spread wide. Then I produce a small dildo and slowly fuck it in and out of her cunt. My sister is already wet from the nettle patch, the little masochist. Well, I suppose that’s good news, because fucking her with a smallish dildo is not exactly what I had in mind. Remember the bunch of nettles I brought?At first, I try to kinda wrap them.