That was enough.-lemme massage you for a while-I turned upwards and he started massaging my shoulders. He was good at it. I felt much relaxed soon.He ...as normally massaging me all the way down to my ass cheeks. Then it started changing.He rubbed his fingers against my ass. That was sensual. I was turning even hornier.-aaah…that feels good…-Then he massaged my thighs and calf muscles. Then he turned me upwards. I was closing my eyes.He started massaging my breast. That sent shocks through my. She'd need to come in every few weeks to see how everything was going. Did I want a nurse? Once I saw the rates, I said: No thanks.We had a minor issue on the day of her release. I realized that she'd never fit in the sub-compact that the insurance company had provided. Fortunately, this had occurred once or twice in the hospital's past – they had arranged for an ambu-taxi (I dropped the real name as soon as they said it). We had another minor issue trying to get her up the stairs to her. The implications of her thoughts were mind blowing. Rylee fell over backwards, her legs still crossed. "Ouch Mom why did you poke me?" "I had to make sure you were real… you're not me are you?" Claire said really seriously. Rylee burst out laughing, she rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. "O.M.G. mom I can't believe you just said that." She kept giggling. "Mom, I just peed myself!" She whispered embarrassed. "I think the punch was spiked sweetpea, I think we're high!". Dammit, it was taking too long to shift his aim with that heavy shotgun. Okay, he had made a mistake, and he should be using his .45.Jim switched weapons, and he heard Jane’s shotgun. She probably missed, too. Jim hoped that she would recognize the problem and switch to her pistol. That was when he mentally kicked himself because he finally remembered the combat radios that the two of them had. “Jane, switch to your pistol! This is the wrong fight for the shotgun.”“Roger.”At that moment, he.