....Micky......Micky.......Micky are you OK? It was nice to be sleeping again. All the aches from my joints that were still healing were gone. I reall... hope that Mandee and Becky remember to put my gown back over me - not sure how I'd explain that to the doctors. "Micky.....oh my God Micky!" Ah Becky - I love her voice. I love her. I think I'm dying.. ” Neither of us mentioned her sneaking into my bed in the night.By lunch-time (tuna rissoles) I knew there would be no productive writing that day. I read through what I’d written thus far, and was quite pleased with it. Made a few corrections. Re-wrote an awkward passage, but no. No spark.“It’s no good,” I sighed.“What’s the problem?”“It happens,” I sighed again, “I’m always erratic when I write. There’s nothing there today.”“Could we sail?”“It’s just about low water, or a bit past, so we’d be. She wrapped the lead around her fist and pulledhis head right between her legs until his nose was touching her pussy.As she watched Rick crawl across to the girl on her hands and kneesRhona became aware of her own excitement building within her. She lovedthis stage of the seduction as a young sissy began to feel the power ofher mistress. This was the beginning of a journey for Rick, a journey onwhich he would learn to relish the liberation of submission to her andothers she would choose."She's. The next night was perfect to go out with fresh snow and a full moon, I only skied a couple times before so I was very new and fell on my ass many times that night. I was tired of falling so I wanted to try sliding down the slope on my ass. The first time I went down was great having the snow beat at my balls and the feeling of the snow on my bare ass was fantastic.The second time I couldn’t feel my ass because I sat in snow so long, I asked my friend if he would help me sick the bat up my cold.