I was already straining against the restrictions of clothing, and grabbing my underwear with the waistband of my jeans, I pulled them down about six i...ches.Freed at last! Finally, room to pull my already thickening cock and balls (closely trimmed) out of their garment prison. The "itch" that had been driving me insane all morning was about to be scratched. I ratcheted my seat a few clicks towards the backseat and tilted the backrest slightly back. I wanted to be comfortable. Take my time.I've. “If I stopped being friends with her, she would have destroyed me and made me a laughing stock at school. I guess I was friends with her because I was afraid of what she might do if she no longer considered me a friend. I knew she wanted stuff from me. I knew she was using me for her own ends. I guess also I liked it when she gave me attention,” Sheila admitted.Dad said that was understandable. He said that Tiffany was the classic female narcissist. “The discipline she is receiving will make. He grunted with barely held back frustration and gritted his teeth.“Awww look at you, such a nasty hard bulge you have got now,” she looked down to his crotch where his cock was straining against his black boxers harder than ever before. “I don't know if there is time still, you are going to be late for work.” she slid down to the footend and rested her slim long fingered hands on his hips and he shook with desire for her as she spread his legs wider and dipped a hand in, brushing against his. One broken arm and shoulder currently in a cast from his shoulder to his wrist and a broken ankle, two metal rods, eighteen screws. Ahhhh. That fuckin' itch was back.Right at the top of his leg, right where his balls rested against his thigh, it itched. Fuckin' itched like hell! Matt reached down with his free hand but he came up just short of the spot. The cast was too restrictive. He strained to stretch his arm longer. SHIT! Someone was touching his leg. Matt's eyes flew open and he started..