If I had I wouldn't be in this predicament. Thecar I was driving was a classic Lotus from the late 1970's no air-bags,made of fibreglass and most impo...tantly rear engined, so when I had theaccident there was nothing in front to protect me apart from a brittlebody-shell.As I came around the blind bend I saw that a lorry had spun on someblack ice and had hit the kerb, its load of scaffolding poles werehanging off the back of it, I hit it at 80 mph and blacked out.Perhaps I need to tell you a bit. At least, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. "My beta readerfor this story was slavelucy, who don't come 'round here no more. Proofreadingand selection of story codes was performed by my able amanuensis, woodsman'sgame.Alex Bragi had something to do with this, but just what eludes me at the moment.If wg continues to browbeat me I may someday post another of my 'imaginations'with Bernadette as the main character under the heading of "Fragments: Bernadettein the Napoleonic Wars", but don't. Below his still flat stomach, his balls churned busily, preparing for Michelle. His penis was as edgy as the rest of him, starting up, then slacking off. He considered with some amusement that he did not even know what her intentions were, on an objective level he knew that they might just be having a few drinks together and talking about old times as a cover for their work. But his body was taking no chances– it would be ready, even if his mind was not certain. He washed himself very. They were pretty much Little Whores. They explained to me what blowjobs were, and what eatting out was but they didnt tell me much else other than how good a guys penis felt inside them and what a penis looks like. Our little talk got me thinking. A couple weeks later…… I was in my room, i had looked up how to masturbate on the internet and decided to try it. I took off all my clothes and lasid down in the middle of my bed legs spread wide open. I began massaging my soft pink lips, then pushing.