"Sorry about all the intrigue, but half the Republican party lives in this neighborhood. I figure I better be safe than sorry. How're your leg and arm...?"I showed her the almost completely healed wounds and told her my only complaint was that my calf itched a lot. I think the itching was from the Dermabond adhesive the doctor use to close the skin on my calf and arm. He said it would start releasing itself after seven or eight days. I hoped the itch wasn't from my body absorbing the dissolving. He knew me too well by now. He knew I was a virgin when he took me, and how important the whole sex thing was to me.Finally, it just seemed like I had to say something. What really did I expect him do?Slowly I reviewed my plight. The summary was more for me than him,“Sir, I really need someone to help me. I am pregnant. I have to solve this somehow. Think about how horrible this is for me. I have no one else to turn to.”He sat expressionless looking through me to the wall. He would not even. That night, after Susie left for work, Alf was ever-present. Martin became despondent as he laboriously waited for Alf to give him the green light to fuck Adele. What further frustrated Martin was that Alf’s former affection toward him also diminished, and now seemed focussed on Adele. What Martin did not realize, was that Alf was gradually priming Susie for his ultimate goal of fucking mother, and daughter. Martin did, however, began to feel like the odd man out, and almost began regretting. I look up and see you standing in front of me; wearing your own long silk robe and giving me the look that you would like to join me.You tell me to close my eyes as you slip your robe off and get into the tub facing me. You rest my leg on your chest and take long gentle strokes with the razor up and down my legs. I find this so erotic and you can see the pleasure in my eyes. I love the touch of your hands on my legs and you even shave above my knee so you can reach your fingers up my inner.