We had been visiting Cookie's folks in Mulvane and we were headed back home to Denver. I was looking forward to getting home to my own bed and not jus...t because I wanted to sleep. Cookie's parents live in a house with paper-thin walls and Cookie wouldn't let me make love to her there. I had slept next to her, but had gone without sex for the whole nine days we were there and I was hurting. I had pulled into a rest stop and had tried to get Cookie into the back seat, but she told me no, "I want. Initially we talked about her tennis past but her enthusiasm rose when she started to talk about her art studies and work. I saw her demeanor brighten for the first time. Her face became animated and her hands moved passionately as she talked about her painting and sculpture. Despite having little interest and no discernable knowledge of art, I enjoyed listening to her.“I’d like to see some of your work.” I admitted, stretching my legs that had become tight after their exertions and. Then one Friday night we got a phone call to come down to the hospital…there had been an accident. Stormy had broken both of her forearms. The doctor said that it was a simple fracture but that he had to immobilize the joints on either end so she was in two casts from the palm her hands up past her elbows. She looked funny but mom hit me for laughing at her. She could wiggle her fingers but she couldn’t do anything else for at least six weeks or more. She couldn’t feed herself, dress herself,. 'He' finds his way in without further help. Just the knob, pressing your lips, as he knocks, wanting to enter. I feel you hold yourself open for me and him and press a little further forward. The knob of my red angry cock is engulfed as, without stopping, I feed you his whole length. You’ve held him before, you know his size, you know that when you wrap two hands round his shaft there is still more left. You know the size I’m blessed with and you love every last millimetre. I watch your face.