He did miss the occasional durrie, but he knew little Miss Hitler would chuck a right wobbly if he took smoking back up again. With his body having tr...ouble controlling his internal temperature due to the loss of feeling in his lower half, he knew he could easily get pneumonia, so he considered them relegated to his old life.Terry also cooked for him most nights and watched his diet with the help of Sally. He certainly had no complaints in this department either. Terry wasn’t a fancy cook, but. Through a couple hundred yards of snow and pine trees, I recognized a white 4x4 suv coming up. Nobody I knew off the top of my head so, just to be safe, I squirted into the cabin and threw on a pair of silk pajama pants on my way to grabbing the little .32 out of my bookshelf. I put it in my front pocket and resumed my spot on the rocker before my guests were halfway down my muddy, rutted, stump-lined and snow hidden driveway.Pretty quick I realized that it was my former sister-in-law at the. Then when she went into Marty's office it smelt of sex. I thanked her but couldn't really believe that Marty would behave like that so put it to the back of my mind. Apart from that the first week home was fine. He was loving and gentle and fun. The next weekend though the fertility rites started again."I couldn't bear it and told him so at breakfast. He asked me if I was denying him his conjugal rights." Pompous ass!" muttered Rupert."I asked him yet again why he wouldn't believe the results. " Cathy said. "You like my legs ?" "Ehm, yes." I said. "Would you like to touch them ?" she said and with that took my hand and put it on her thigh. "How does that feel ?" she smiled at me as I gently touched her thigh. "Your skin is so soft. I love to feel it under my fingers." "I can see that. There seems to be something big inside your pants. I hope you don't mind if I check." Her hand was on my pants gently rubbing my hardening cock. "Ooh, that feels hard! I think I should release it...".