Story pe ate h story 2 saal pehle ki h jab me us company me job karta tha as a sr.Ex in it department aur wo hr manager thi us time . Meri nazar to bh...t pehle se hi thi uspe kyo k ek hi appartment me rehte the hum to thodi bht baate b kar leti thi wo. Lekin use shayad pata tha k me kis nazar se dekhta hu use . But kabhi usne bhav nai diya . Me b kabhi age himmat nai kar paya kyo k job b jati aur ghar pe b lafda ho sakta tha kyo k randi to thi nai wo achi lady thi decent. So story tab ki h jab. When I got back to my seat she continued to talk to him about the game. He was explaining how it worked and she was very interested in learning so he continued to show her. They were laughing and he introduced himself to me. His name was David. She seemed very comfortable. She picked his numbers and sure enough he won five bucks and then twenty bucks. It was pretty cool. He told her she had to keep playing because she definitely was good luck. She laughed and said she didn't mind being his good. Liuz had outdone himself.She stopped beside a store window, examining herself in the vague reflection. She didn't like having two crutches. It seemed more ... well, permanent. More a sign this was her life from now on. Which, yes, it would be. No longer could she carry anything, unless it fit in one of the small pouches on a crutch. She was dependent on others. But, she could move faster now. Maneuver easier. Whack people in her way without losing her balance. It was a tradeoff well worth. I settled into a nice rhythm of slow withdrawal, almost to the point where my fist vacated her hole and then a quick and deep plunge back into the ever more accommodating hole. Suz came and came forcefully, her muscular hole convulsing forcefully against my entrenched fist. I did not relent though. For over an hour I kept my fist inside Suz, continually varying the stimulation, taking her hole to a whole new level of acceptance. Suz was a writhing mess by the time I finally withdrew my fist.