I’d never known a bone could get bruised. They put a large blue gel wrap around my shoulder to reduce swelling. There was no damage to my skull than...kfully, but if my scapula had been bruised, I didn’t even want to know what my trapezius looked like. I considered it a mixed blessing that I couldn’t turn my head far enough in the direction to look at it.In time the two new holes in my back where cleaned, and covered. They handed me some Tylenol 3, and I tried to lie on my side while I waited to. I noticed a guy in a suit walking across the park and wondered about the size of his cock and how much noise he made as he shot his load... except he didn't just walk on. He changed course and came up to me. I stopped rubbing and removed my hand as nonchalantly as possible.“Excuse me. Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked in a Hugh Grant sort of way.“No problem,” I said, seething with frustration at being interrupted. He sat at the opposite end of the bench.We both sat there looking into the. After five or six thrusts I felt the some last part of her open and suddenly fell into her lake of passion and I was pleasantly drowning in her. She gasped out, "Oh God!" and shook as she grabbed onto my shoulders and I felt her womb shudder around my entombed penis."Are you alright?" I asked concerned I'd done something wrong."No, it's alright," she muttered, but I just looked at her and she said, "You're just a little bigger than I expected." I laughed with relief and she did as well, and. She considered what she knew of the woman and then weighed a few risks. At last, she shrugged with a smile, ‘You can go there. I just didn’t know if you would want to. I once went to see the battlefield at Gettysburg.’ ‘You have been to America?’ Silke asked. ‘Yes,’ Riko replied, ‘I have family there, not far from Baltimore. Anyway, I didn’t think anything of it at the time, I was only interested in the history of the American Civil War, so I went. What I found was that I almost couldn’t stand.