”Well that was a relief. I’m glad that Adrianna wasn’t seriously hurt. I looked down at myself. I had a cast on my left leg, my left arm was in ... cast and sling. My right arm was bandaged up and my head was killing me. The nurse came back with some pain meds and described all my injuries and treatment planned.The nurse said I had some bad lacerations on my head and face requiring stitches. I had a mild concussion. I wasn’t allowed to drive for at least a month. My right arm had stitches from. I used my hands on his balls, hoping that he would tell me before he came. No such luck! He arced his back and the next thing I knew, there was a load of cum shooting into my mouth, dribbling down my chin and onto my blouse. He said, "That was good for starters, but we have got more to do later." He left us two in the bedroom and went to get a beer. I thought about running out, but besides the way I looked, I was aroused. I had gotten a guy off, as a woman. I was really beginning to get turned. Speaking of which, I was a little disappointed that I wasn't invited to the wedding," her mother let her voice take on a sappy hurt quality that was just as face as her press on nails."Why would you be invited? We haven't spoken to each other in four years, too short a time if you ask me."Her mother scoffed, "This child," she complained to her husband, "Always so disrespectful. I almost blame myself."Carl was quick to comfort her. "It wasn't your fault, dear," he said as though Heidi wasn't. The things I said to Sheila, the things I huffed about later, they'd been going on for some time already. It was just the first time I admitted to someone else—hmm, before I even admitted to myself—that I was unhappy in any way. After that, I indulged that unhappy feeling every time I thought I had a reason, didn't I?In the counseling that Nicole had started recently, she'd talked a lot with her therapist, Dr. Silver, about stress. Stress from juggling the two kids, a part-time job, her ailing.