I never even got detention from it, and I still ended up getting grief about it from my parents, even though they didn’t learn about it from the sch...ol. They learned about it from Tessa’s parents.We had already been back to school for a week. It was a Thursday night, about seven or so, and dinner was over. I was sitting in the living room going over some homework in Trigonometry. I was already at least a week ahead of things. Mom was in the kitchen with Hamilton, and Dad was upstairs. Nana and. 'Mum…' he began, his voice muffled by his pillow.'Honestly Ian,' Annette said quietly. 'I understand. You're young, you have urges…' Annette understood the urges herself; only too well. She had been celibate for three years or more, she understood alright. If Ian only knew about how his mother used her fingers against her throbbing clit as she lay in her wide, lonely bed night after lonely night… If he could only hear her fevered groans and a****l grunts as she pushed her sticky fingers deep. It broke your shoulder blade and so you had to have a plate and some screws in there"More ice"You'll need to go to rehab but you should be back to normal in a month or two. You'll feel it when it rains" I was stabbed too?" I askedSamantha nodded"The blade skimmed across your ribs. Two of them were pretty badly nicked and a chunk of the blade broke off. They removed that in surgery"Jane walked in, came over to the other side of the bed, kissed my face, stroked my arm and just stood there quietly. The first part, the top, was not a difficult task except for the matter of me moving. When we got further between my legs, Sissy was being extremely delicate with the razor. Both of us had our hands down there. I was pulling my labia from side to side making it easier for Sissy to get at my hair.Momma’s hand was slowly sliding up and down my hardened staff. I was finding it difficult not to buck upwards forcing her hand tighter against my rod. Even though she was making me feel great, I did not.