“My ribs?”“We are waiting for the X-rays but they’re not broken. Fractures seem likely, however,” came the reply.Melissa, “You look like s...omeone used you as a punching bag.”“Yeah.” What else was there to say?The doctor was still standing there with that clipboard. He hadn’t written on it, didn’t look at it. I wondered if it had anything on it. Maybe it had little pictures of cats he drew when bored or some shit. I might be feeling grumpy but tried to be polite when he asked, “Your ribs, your. " Bobbie kept protesting. "I'ma grown man now...I'm supposed to have hair down there." and Mummie keptinsisting in a sweet voice as her Gillette razor cut the little curlies "Darling,you are forever a little sissy-boy...and curly-man hair isn't right down therefor you." Finally, when Bobbie's crotch was bald, and Mummie had powdered it a bitwith some white stuff, and then rubbed it with Ben Gay, she'd put him backin the tub to scrub his Bad Thing even more, her little white fingers withtheir. I didn't even know how manytimes I had done that. After some time I got another idea. I tried to store my energy like abattery. I had done it before for a short time, maybe I could do it fora longer period. I built it up very slowly and it worked at first. Ifelt that I had more energy available that I could use. But as soon as Ihad quite a measurable quantity, the controller intervened and drainedthe stored energy out of me. Dejected, I tried to cry, nothing seemed towork. Now my taped eyes. So he concentrated on his little girl's tits, scooping up the huge mounds with both hands and stroking them with hard, demanding fingers.Her nipples were swollen and hard. Mike groaned with lust as he moved his fingertips across them, feeling them pulse against his fingers. Meanwhile, the girl's cock-stuffed face moved expertly up and down as she gave her daddy the best, most exciting blowjob of his life.She swished her wet tongue over the man's hairy balls, leaving them sprinkled with her warm.