The doctor told me it would be about another month before I could have the leg cast taken off completely. He did put a different kind and smaller cast... just below my knee and down to my foot. It felt good to have use of both of my arms. I could even walk a little but it was still awkward with the cast on. At least I could bend my leg at the knee.I saw Tammy and asked her when we could get together. She told me I could come see her a week from Saturday. Maybe we could go on an actual date. We set. She'd have to change the sheets. A puddle of Ricky's cum had formed under her crotch as she'd lain under him while he'd slept. Burn the old sheet and pad, then put on new ones, she decided. No, maybe she ought to keep them --- for sentimental reasons. Ricky had fucked her on them. I'm losing my mind, she told herself. First I fuck my own son, then I want to save the sheet as a keepsake. The problem was not what to do with the sheet, but what to do with Ricky. Now that he'd. Quite a lot of unexpected movement.If I didn’t know better (and I don’t), I’d say that the part I thought was his penis is actually a separate entity. It moves around in wavy motions, like his tail (the one on the back), and curls up again only to extend and stretch once more, but it also seems to pulse as well as expand and deflate, almost like it’s breathing. With every little motion, the silvery sheen of his skin there, slightly duller than on the rest of his now-clean body, reflects the. His pace quickens. His cock still moving in long strokes... but harder now... quicker now. My hand goes to my cock so I can come for Paul just before he finishes. He likes that. He likes to see me stroke myself and watch the creamy proof of my enjoyment as he nears his own climax. I can feel his thickness in me and it makes me harder. My pre-cum lubricates me as I masturbate... I'm in ecstasy, moaning loudly as I near the breaking point. Paul senses how close I am and grunts as he starts to go.