With an exclamation of her own, she was by my side, her eyes showing concern. I told them both the short version of what had happened, and asked if ei...ther of them cared to play nurse for the next few days.So it was that Courtney took charge of changing my bandages every four hours. During said changings, an antibiotic ointment had to be rubbed on and around my wound. I was also on a strict regimen of pills. I was taking enough pills to fulfill a hypochondriac's fondest dreams.I called the. Then one day I glance in my mirror as I am parking my Silverado. She walks out her door and starts across the street. She is dressed in a strapless sundress with the wide elastic around the chest, tight against her breasts. Lovely as ever.“Jake.”“Yes.”“I think we need to talk,” she says almost in exasperation.‘Oh shit,’ I'm thinking. “Sure, I need to grab my shit and we can head in.”“Oh no you don't. We can talk out here.”“Okay. Can I take my stuff in?”“Shit, I guess it won’t hurt to go. ” “Don’t stop what?” she cooed. She ran her hand up and down gently, teasing him. “Don’t stop, never stop.” Sara tightened her grip with her thumb and forefinger and licked the head and made small sucking kisses on the top of it’s smooth head. It was a decent penis, she thought, one that would work for now. As she took him into her mouth, her hands went beneath to squeeze his solid ass. She could take all of him down her throat, but decided she didn’t want to today. Instead she slid her. “All these months, and I’ve never seen you do or say anything untoward,” Amy remarked. I looked at our human resources manager, Beth, who simply sat in silence beside me. “I have done just about everything but strip in front of you,” Amy added, “and still, you remain the consummate professional.” As she spoke, Amy unfastened a second button on her shirt. I could very easily make out the top of her cleavage. “Are you gay?” Amy asked. I was caught totally off guard. “No,” I replied. “But I.