That's all. All this reasoning didn't help me feel better.A week passed. The pain was bearable. Most of the time, I stayed home. When the weather allo...ed, I was going out in the garden. Since I couldn't drive, my neighbors were so kind to do the shopping for me. Some of my colleagues came to see me. It was disturbing. They were asking too many questions. Moreover, they were gaping at the cast as if I was some kind of freak. One of them even said that I must not stay alone, and that he would. It tingled. ‘Just getting some circulation back into your hand. Now then I think a trip to the potty is in order, but first another drink of water, then potty, bed and sleep.’ He said, speaking to me as if I was a child. When I slowly looked around the cabin it was one big room, very large actually maybe 16 by 30, but just one big room with a separate bathroom. He carried me fireman style to his bathroom and gave my bare ass a slap as he sat me on the john. Surprisingly it was a very modern. Suddenly, my body provided no friction. Gravity pulled me free of the vines. I landed on the sand and almost slipped. My feet wanted to slide across the coarse sand, but I made them not slick.I could control where I was or wasn’t slick.“Fuck!” Becca Brittany gasped.“How’d she do that?” Keily shouted, stumbling back from me. The teenager tripped over her own feet and fell on her butt, her cock bobbing, her thighs splayed. I had a good look at the fine down of red hair covering her cum-soaked. My name is Zoltan and I am back again with a new encounter. I am not going to give my CV here but would suffice to say that I am pleasant to look at and well built in all the relevant departments. Stats are not important. Life has been good to me. Lots of wine, women and song. I have loads of girlfriends who are bold and beautiful and hence with the blessings of the Lord above I lead a happy and a fulfilling life. This is a story narrated by a friend of mine. “These bitches are fuckin’ slobs,”.