This impression was enhanced by the fact that she was putting weight on both her legs. Subsequently, I noticed that her left knee was a bit stiff and ...that she was unable to bend it enough. She stopped abruptly, slipped her left foot out of her shoe and moved her delicate ankle around. Her rosy sole was visible through her stocking. After curling her toes a couple of times, she slipped her shoe back on and continued on her way. Gradually, her pace became slower and slower. At first, I thought. "You want me to be the way I was. I can't be. You want me to be happy. I'm not. Now you know. You don't have to pretend to love me anymore."Pretend? How could she think that? Even now I loved her."You want to be punished?" I demanded. "You think you can ever be punished enough for what you did? Fine. I'll punish you. God damn it, Rhonda! Every night when you go to bed—every morning when you wake up—you look at your foot. You put those words there. I want you to read them every day for the rest. It was closure that was needed she decided as she drifted back to sleep.The next day dawned bright and fresh as if washed by a soaking rain. The sun streaming through her window reminded her that today was a new day and today she would be free. It was Saturday and she knew that he would be home all day, watching sports, eating junk food and sucking his teeth. Today she would exorcise Paul Johnson from her life.She busied herself around the house, tidying up and seeing to other chores. She. When Clare stated cumming, she pulled my head into her tits harder and squeezed my dick with her pussy muscles harder too, "Oh yes baby, I'm cumming, fuck, it feels fantastice."We just sat there holding on to each other trying to catch our breath, with one of Clare's tits in my mouth sucking a nipple, and her pussy still squeezing my dick, till she calmed down some and pulled back leaving both of her arms around my shoulders, "Oh baby, I love you, and I want something to drink, but I don't want.