”“Areeya, it wasn’t like that, believe me.”“Shut up,” he screamed and kicked me behind the knee, sending me sprawling to the floor to the ...floor. I thought a ligament had snapped, and it felt like a red-hot poker had been stuck into my knee. He bent down and pressed the gun to my temple. “I have the gun now, and I am not scared to use it like you.”I closed my eyes, waiting for him to pull the trigger.“But no. I won’t shoot you yet. You have to pay for my arm.” He stood up and stamped on my. It was warm, firm, and heavy.She looked up at me and smiled as she pulled down my shorts. "Slowly," she said. "Oh, how beautiful, how big, stor, grand." She reached out and stroked my ram as I cupped both her big boobs and squeezed gently. She shivered, and I reached up under her arms and tossed her up onto my bed and pulled off her tiny panties.My cock was dripping as I got on my knees between her long legs and admired her carefully shaved mons. Her outer lips were parted and quivering,. In fact we Didn,t even SEE each other for fourtten(14) months as our wedding got postponed from June to July, 1969 and with Joe flying in three days before we only had time for a quickie. Thursday was stag and hen do night and Friday I couldn,t let Joe see me so somehow the wedding went smoothly, we had a memorable reception in n North London and following Nd ourselves in a honeymoon suite in the Royal Lancaster Hotel in the West End I,d booked months before. As I stated the first cock I sucked. That was only one shock that seeing my "father" brought with him. Theother came when I overheard my "father" ask the doctor about, in hiswords, 'the hero who had rescued' me from my attacker.I started to have a very bad feeling. I still held out hope that this wassome bizarre dream, that maybe everything since my accident was a productof a sleeping, or maybe injured, male, mind.But I couldn't help but think of the last image in my memory before theaccident - of stopping my car to help a.