My toenails were painted, so were my fingernails to match them. All of this was done with a hum of the egg inside me, giving me intense pleasure const...antly throughout the day.Jeannie ran me another bath once the nails were dry and sat me in it with an eye mask on. In the darkness I lay there, the bubbles caressing over my ski, the water lapping around me. It felt amazing. The love egg was still inside me and Carla was having fun with the controls. I found myself building up closer and closer to. And with that she rises up onto her knees, reaches down and lifts up his cock and places it between her now swollen labia lips. Holding it in place, she lowers herself slightly on to it, and they both watch as the big purple head slowly slides form sight, into her eager hole. “Shit.” She cries, as it parts her pussy. “”It is so wide. Never had one so big.”“Are you complaining?” Asks Tom.“Not likely. I’m sure I will soon get used to it!” She replies, in hope.Millimeter by millimeter it slides. The wood in that area was harder and I found that I was required to apply extra pressure. Suddenly, the knife slipped and I instantly felt the blade ripping through my flesh.I looked down to see blood gushing from my hand. I also noticed that a big flap of my finger was hanging loosely by a small section of skin."Dang!" I said out loud. The wound looked pretty serious at first glance. It looked like there might be the possibility that I would lose the tip of my finger. I have cut myself before,. .. whatever it was that people with cancer felt. This was nothing. I just needed some vitamins or something. This couldn’t be cancer.“Can ... can we look again? Maybe there was a mistake? I don’t feel that bad, really?” I hated how tremulous my voice got.“Gordon, I wish it was anything but this. You can get a second opinion if you’d like, but the result is going to be the same.”“Is it ... treatable?”“I’m afraid not. Not in the way that you’re thinking. We can make it easier for you, but.