Even then you'll have to take extra care, and protect it with strong sun lotion. That would be all.” The doctor left me with an overflowing head. Lu...ckily, my parents had taken notes of everything. ------------- “As you folks can see,” the storyteller said, removing her prominent shades, “I didn't get a surgery so far, although it's been over fifteen years. I still can't entirely accept my scar, but it bears so intense memories.” She took a deep, and long sip of her Parliament vodka as though. ” This seemed to put him at ease. “OK dear.” I led him into bed by the hand. I got him to lie down on the side closer to the wall, I lied down to the side facing the room. Mr. Wilson wanted me here so I could have the most cameras focused on me. I lied over the covers, once again blaming the heat. My dad tried to take up as little space as possible, as to not touch me in any way. Mr. Wilson told me what I must do. I sighed, almost with tears in my eyes, as I backed my thong clad ass onto my. Once he reached eye level to her he raised his torso up, supported by his arms. His cock knew the way and pointed itself at her slick, slippery hole. "Look at me. I want to see those eyes, slut. Keep your eyes on me," he told her. Amy nodded that she understood and then he pushed forward slightly as his cock slipped past her outer lips and nestled itself right at the opening to her tunnel. He took one more look at her and then pushed forward slowly. Amy's eyes got wide and her mouth dropped. Luckily its not one of those SOS kind of days when new things keep cropping up.Come 4.30 pm, am on edge again. I start my bike, and head for the nearest superstore. I buy jam, baby oil, a can of condensed milk and some cigarettes. I just love it when he does strange motifs on my body with the condensed milk and jam. Smile. Or rather, grin!! The best part comes later, of course.I am out of the superstore. My knees feel slightly wobbly as I fantasize of the evening ahead. I was originally.