She could feel him swell under her touch, his taste filling her mouth, sliding down her throat. A moan of excitement escaped them both as she kissed h...r way back up and pulled him to her, kissing him hard as he pulled her closer to him."That was lovely," he said, kissing her chin gently as he slid her shirt out of her pants and slowly ran his hands up her side, pushing the shirt ahead of him and running his fingers over her ribs, gently tickling and caressing her, feeling her purr as he pulled. Grasping firmly, I decided the panties would fall victim to my lust. I began to force my hands in opposite directions until the waistband tore. Continuing my forceful hand movements, I did not stop until the panties tore down the front, from waistband to legband. After that, she was most accessible.I was exposed - she was exposed - and, we consummated the act of releasing our physical and emotional fever. She never changed position. As she rocked and rolled on my lap, with my firmness inside. “Uh ... I’m not a physician,” Bill continued. “I am a physiotherapist. In most cases, our biggest concern would be dislocation. The quickest way to dislocate a shoulder after arthroplasty is from internal rotation and induction.”He again showed us the concept. He first extended his arm to the side and rotated his arm until the thumb was pointing toward the floor. Then he moved his hand behind him as though he were a runner accepting the baton in a relay race. I didn’t foresee me doing either. I could not believe that I was so worthless as to let this happen. My dad would disown me, no question about that. The guys at the youth center would shun me after laughing their heads off. The car was silent as my father drove me home. The tension was thick, as if we both had something to say, but neither of us could bear to say it. Finally, after clearing his throat several times my dad was able to say something. “Son, your Aunt Judy is in bad shape. She is in the hospital up in Worcester,.