You then pull down my shorts exposing my throbbing bouncing cock. You reach out and grab the base of my shaft and hungrily put onto your hot wet soft ...mouth. You send shivers through my body as I let out a deep sigh Ahh... ahh... ahhh... ohhhh. I never felt any thing so good before. You continue to blow my with incredible skill, causing my head to spin with pleasure. I finally draw my cock out of your disappointed mouth and you have this cute pout expressing on your face. I climb into bed and we. His right leg that had been his initial injury was amputated just below the knee. He had several other lesser injuries that were healing. His hearing was in question, but he could hear some obviously. He was told that with therapy and prosthetics he could lead a productive life. He thought to himself, the wording, so careful, productive not normal. Not even close to normal for him. Years of hard work and intense pain were ahead of him. His survival instinct pushed him through most of it. It was. He was looking forward to heading back to school and laying into that nerd Bryan Callway, imagining all the cruel things he could do. When he opened the door to his house and stepped inside, he looked confused at the floor. There was a trail of clothes that headed all the way from the entrance way, along the hall, up the stairs and ending just outside the closed door of his bedroom. They were clothes he never saw before, like men’s khakis, and a woman’s pair of daisy dukes. The last item at his. He was dressed in an immaculate white shirt and slack to formally welcome me to his boat. His piercing dark eyes had a twinkle in them that hinted at mischief. He was assisted by a younger man possibly late 30s. He was the chef but also acted as host and housekeeper. He was a slightly chubby man with a trimmed but thick black moustache and one of those open faces that beamed friendship. The youngest was in his early to mid 20s smiling and willing to please. He was very slender about 5ft 6.