He'd mentioned seeinga doctor but Ruth had gotten around the issue by saying he'd get over itand that it would be an embarrassment to her to take him ...nto the doctorwith such a condition. She'd take care of everything she insisted asshe continued plying him with his "vitamins." Madge passed the issueoff as something that happens to boys now and then and that it wasn't abig deal at all. She gathered the ACE bandage and his street clothesand left him to soak in the tub.She folded and packed. She lets out the odd word but on the whole she is very quiet, except her face tells a different story. It is screwed up in pain. Her eyes are closed, her teeth are bared, grimacing with the pain. Each time Harriet plunges that fat weapon inside her, her head comes back and her mouth opens. Over a short space of time the attitude changes, the words become more encouraging, the gasps more of pleasure than pain and the grunts are caused by Harriet slamming her cock into her. The slap, slap of. He leaned in and we got down to business, “Arthur, give me a hand with this damned truss!” I hauled on a bra cup. “Sweetheart, can you lean up? Arthur, see if you can get your hand under the back of her blouse and do the one-handed opening thing, will you?” While he was decisively engaged, I pursued the primary issue: “Arthur, uh,” I stopped and addressed our woman who was holding herself up by hands on the seat arms, “I can continue to call you Sweetheart all night, but sometimes in. ”“Why not, if she’s that hot?”“Seems he’s a bit squeamish.”“About what?”“Well that’s the other thing… It turns out that Lisa’s… ah… a little bit pregnant.”“How much is a little bit?”“Uhm… eight and a half months.”“What?!? That’s not a little bit. That’s huge!”“Yeah, but look at the positives.”“What positives?”“Well, you can’t get her pregnant for a start.”“And?”“And… and she’ll be really grateful. She hasn’t had sex in six months. Not since her husband found she was expecting. Who knows what.