“My god Frank, what have you done?” she asked as she walked over and for once I was glad she was dressed rather conservatively in a pair of baggy ...shorts and tee shirt as an erection was the last thing I needed right now.I told her the story of how Mrs Jarvis came down the ladder in the wrong position and caught my erect penis bending it in a way it shouldn’t be bent and her first reaction was to pull away the ice pack and getting on her knees in front of me took a look. My cock was smaller than. "Stop it," she giggled, a sound that will always live in my memory.It wasn't long before her legs flopped open and once again I got between them."You're fucking perfect," I whispered in her ear. "Great tits, nice legs."To be truthful her legs were just a little short and she always longed that they were a few inches longer. For the next ten minutes or so she was lost to all intelligent thoughts, she only grunted as I thrust into her.It was getting late and time for me to take her home. I rolled. This is when Irene noticed me, she was a bartender at the place, and asshe was pouring libations to the customers, she would give me theseglances, and I saw that she had seemed to take an interest in me. Shepoured a draft beer and slide it to me, as she leaned in smiling. Sheintroduced herself, which never ever happened to me before. I found itvery flattering, she was pretty also. Wearing skin tight jeans, and ascoop neck top revealing the tops of her female attributes. Her shoulderlength. If you were watching television and it went blank for a second, your heart stopped, or if there was silence on the radio, like between songs ... You just held your breath until the next one started.As soon as I came home from somewhere, night or day, the first thing I did was turn on a light. I just wanted to see it work and know things were okay. Mostly we left at least one light on all the time anyway, to tell the truth. Life did go on though and while I cried every single day, Christian was.