Agnes then started to punch my balls repeatedly and this time the pain did become too much and I asked her to stop but she kept doing it and told me t... be a man. It felt like my balls were bleeding and I started to feel sick. I finally had to say it “Vindaloo, vindaloo, vindaloo”. She immediately stopped and did her usual laugh. “You done skinny twat?” “Yes no more”. I curled up and held my balls and yelled to myself. Everyone came over to me to see if I was alright. Agnes apologised to me and. She was quite the athlete, she also played tennis too. Of course I found her attractive immediately but she was dating a guy I knew so she was off limits in my book. I accepted it, plus I had no game, and was cool with just being her friend. That all changed one weekend when her boyfriend went home and she stayed. Melissa handed me a note one day before heading into a class and told me not to read it until she had gone. I read the note in class. Melissa was in love with me! I couldn't believe. If you keep searching, Ill definitely give you what your looking for! When we got home, I was so horny. I asked if my wife if she wanted a foot massage and she gave me a shy smile. My foot massages always ended up with us in the bedroom. My wife went to slip into something more comfortable, and came down in a short, mauve silk robe that clung to her body like a second skin. A smile was on her beautiful face, her hazel eyes twinkling with anticipation. Her dyed blonde hair fell loosely about her. Alright.” she smiled down at him. The sight of that smile dissipated the tight knot between his shoulders. He wasn’t sure how she would react to the events of the previous night. There didn’t appear to be any regrets on her part. Her phone started to blare out again. She reached over and touched the screen, silencing it, before opening drawers and pulling out fresh underwear. Her walk to the wardrobe appeared to be a little stiff.“Are you okay?”“A little bit sore,” She confessed, “But it’s a.