" I think the last time I weighed 120 was in Junior High Doctor." Doctor's orders Paul. For the sake of your messed up back I want youdown to 120 pou...ds. If you loose a pound a week you can be there inonly 16 weeks; about four months." I guess a pound a week is not that bad Doctor. But I do not want tostarve myself. Since my injury I really have not gotten much in the wayof exercise, so it is going to be really hard to loose that much." You are quite right Paul. I am afraid I have badly. People do that all the time I guess, trying to put into words and familiar circumstances that which is completely new and unexplainable, that which language fails to capture wholly. No-one could understand the Plume. Not me, and I rode the damn thing.The hotshots believed me though. At first, they thought I was just another mental patient with some weird brain issues. An idiot savant yet to be included in the literature. Then someone dug a little deeper, and found out I couldn't simply know the. I was already having enough trouble not blowing my nuts. Now my voyeuristic stepmother wanted to get a better view of my long dick ploughing in and out of her pussy.I pulled my cock out. It was slick and glossy with her juice, glistening in the lamp light. I scooted onto my knees so we were at right angles while Mom lifted herself up onto her elbows. She propped her head back up against the wooden headboard and I bent her thighs back to her chest. Then she grabbed my throbbing cock, guiding it. Perhaps it was down to the small size of her breast that the nipple seemed so long, but it felt wonderful, anyway. I rolled it slowly between my finger and thumb, sighing in pleasure when I felt it begin to stiffen and swell for me. As my hand worked its magic on her, I leant forward across the pillow and nestled my face through the clouds of her long hair to place a kiss on the nape of her neck.She gave a small whimper in her sleep and snuggled backward against my chest. That encouraged me to.