As to her left leg, it was in short leg cast. He could see the back of her bare thigh and her hip. “Do you like the job?” “To be quite honest,...there is nothing much to do.” She smiled in the mirror. “It is not very polite, but I can’t look directly at you. I can’t move at all.” “You should not worry about such things, Mrs. Tandy.” John said. “You can call me Abby,” she said and tucked her hair behind her ear, exposing the side of her face and an exquisite cheekbone. That simple gesture. While he waited in the car, she embraced me and studied my face almost tearfully."You'll be all right?" Sure, Mom. It's only a few days."It was like she was leaving me forever. Her eyes wanted to tell me something."Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine. I'm not a kid any more."She said slowly, "Yes. You're old enough ... Oh, Tommy!" She hugged me fiercely. "Be good. Do everything he wants."When she released me her eyes swam with moisture. A horn beeped outside, reminding her it was getting late. She. Their groins slammed together, with his scrotum pressed into her folds and his cock pressing on her clitoris. His orgasm overwhelmed him and he shot hot semen all over her breasts and belly. Elaina's head came up at the unfamiliar heat on her skin, and she watched transfixed as his cock spewed on her. Above her, Rob shuddered and groaned through his orgasm, a look of intense pain on his face."I've never seen that before," she said with lust in her voice. "That was so hot seeing how hard you. . the last time you told me that teenaged angst wouldn't cut it. I tried to get to the deeper meaning." Not at the expense of the poet's passion. Okay, we're going to look at a video. This is a great poet of the Beat Generation, Allen Ginsberg. He opposed the military, materialism, and sexual repression. Listen to this. Watch him if you want to, but listen. Close your eyes and hear the poem come to life." She had the video already cued as if she knew in advance what I needed to hear. He started.