His voice wasagain soft and soothing, almost in my ear, from behind, as he asked morequestions. Any tenderness here? Any difficulty in bending this ...ay, orthat? Any migration of pain?Which, naturally, reminded me of his previous questions about Sciatica.And the truth was, I hadn't felt anything that would fall under hisumbrella description of what I might feel if I had it. None. Nothing.My pain was localized in my upper back the whole time, and hadn't movedone inch, and I told him so.Then. I chose a red dress to wear on Saturday, quite a short one. I wanted tolook my best for Julie. She arrived mid-morning. After I'd shut thefront door she gave me a hug. We kissed. "Let's go up to the bedroom,"she suggested. She followed me upstairs and I tried to imagine how muchshe could see up my skirt.She helped me off with my dress and slipped out of her own. She waswearing stockings too, so we were both similarly attired in ourunderwear. She fondled my falsie boobs. "They feel quite. As I did he jumped, moaned and kicked. He looked at John and said, "I told you he was good."John replied, "Well let's see what he can do with this cock". He gripped his huge cock at the base and waved it around.I heard Greg mumble something under his breath but couldn't make it out. I assumed it was something about John and his big cock.I moved over to John next, figuring it would be easier to suck his huge cock next before my jaw was too sore.I wrapped my hand around his huge shaft. My thumb. I pretended to be deep insleep, lying on my stomach. I was one hundred percent naked. Then Irolled over and faced him and when I half-opened my eyes, he was juststanding there, staring, looking shocked."'I'm so sorry!' He yelled. I just waved at him, pretended to yawn,then smiled. 'Don't worry about it, honey,' I told him. 'I alwayssleep naked. Did you need something?'"Carla laughed. "He tried to get his mouth to work. He was juststaring and standing there and I think -- I'm not for.