It's over. Get on with your life. She decided to go to bed. It was early—before ten—but the ache and fatigue in her leg tended to spread to the re...st of her. She might read or watch TV for a bit, but she'd had enough of lying on the couch. Despite her best efforts, memories of the football game surfaced while she got ready for bed. It had started out fun, and she'd been enjoying herself, almost to her own surprise. They'd been playing for maybe half an hour when she'd caught a pass and started. Her touch was like electric as she touched his balls, pulling them awayfrom his body. Then he could feel the rope being tied around, pulling hisballs down and tightening the skin. She looped the rope around 5 or 6times till there was no more skin left to wrap. His balls felt so exposed,throbbing, open for whatever ministrations she could conjure up. "I want you to know, I'm not mad at you. I'm going to hurt these," shesaid as she wrapped her hand around his testicles and squeezed, "but. "Pass me a shower cap," she said. I gave her one."Your Majesty, can a poor girl join you in the shower?" she enquired with folded hands."Only if she is a real blonde and has big tits," I laughed."I am a real blonde," she laughed pointing to her golden blonde bush, "and do my tits qualify as big?"They do," I chuckled, "come on in."I soaped her back, her big tits and her cunt. When she applied soap on my cock it sprang to attention."Oh Saheb, please fuck me," she moaned moving the foreskin of my. So instead of it just being Beth and me for the week we had the “drama queen” in the house. Beth had warned me that Katrina had been a bit out of control since the separation and “perhaps you should be on your guard as I think she is looking for a bit of revenge against her husband.”Beth, 2 years younger than me, was 35 and had been divorced since Katrina was about 5 years old so she knew her daughter better than anyone else. I had accepted the plea for help from Beth because she had no one.