INICIAR SESIÓNI nodded in agreement, of course. I set a small smile on my face and resolved not to say another damned word unless I had to.They went on to go over my physical therapy logs, most of which were compiled by Dennis, my physical therapist. There were copious notes between his entries by all four nurses. Often, I noticed, they had put exclamation points after some of the entries. I was burning to ask, but then Leanne answered if for me."Wow! He was really lifting weights three days out of a coma? And he was up to a quarter mile walk in eight days?" Sarah and Charlene both nodded their heads both times. "No wonder they released him so early. Sounds like he could have gone home a week sooner, if you had recommended it."At that, both Sarah and Charlene looked a little embarrassed, and each gave me an awkward, apologetic look. Not that I would have given up that week for anything in the world. Finally, Sarah said, "Well, we were still worried he might hurt himself. He did tend to push his
I realized when I came out of "Leanne Land" that my mother had continued talking and I hadn't registered any of it. I just nodded, but she was already done with that subject.She then suggested, 'Oh, Josh, you need to show your dad all those outfits we got for you. Maybe a little fashion show right here." She indicated the living room. She waited two seconds, and then just burst out laughing. "Oh, you should see your faces right now! Absolutely priceless." Yep. She got us.I actually got a good workout with my dad before we called it a night. There were a couple of machine exercises I hadn't done at the hospital, like the rowing and butterfly machines, that I did for the first time. I was rewarded with an aching lower back and felt like I had been punched in the chest two hours later.The next morning, I was shaken awake by my mother. After my usual morning panic passed, I looked at the clock. It was barely 8 am, so I wondered what was going on."You need to hurry up and get dressed,"
It was a ten minute drive from the hospital to our house. My sister held my gaze, and my hardening cock, for the first half of the ride home. When I was completely erect in her hand, I finally whispered, "Please stop." She reluctantly released me, moving her hand to her lap and looking down into my lap. Her eyes shot open in disbelief before I crossed my legs uncomfortably. Fortunately, my mom took that opportunity to point out a house we passed that was on the market and told us about it. Beth managed to keep her hands to herself for the rest of the drive, and acted more like my sister once we were home.Our house seemed smaller, somehow, when I walked up to the front door. It didn't feel like I had been gone almost two years, since I had been in a coma for most of it. The house felt alien to me, once I was inside. It was a large 4-bedroom ranch house. I could clearly see the water sparkling in the kidney-shaped pool through the sliding glass back door. The pool was surrounded by a w
When she came up from the kiss she said, "Oh, my silly, beautiful, sexy man. They would just send you home with a broken leg."I reflected on how many men would give up a leg entirely just to hear this goddess call them "her man." Then she added "otherwise I would break your leg." We both laughed softly at that, and then we fucked for three hours straight with an intense passion. Jeannie finally burst in, accusing Heather of "hogging the Josh." We both smiled up at her. She, too, had tears in her face.Heather rose slowly off of me, revealing every rock-hard, pussy-soaked inch of my shaft as she did. Jeannie stripped off her scrubs and practically jumped into my arms. She impaled me in her lubricated ass in one smooth stroke and kissed me passionately. Heather dressed, and bent to kiss us both on the cheek before she left. Jeannie rode me hard until she came. I then flipped her onto her knees and knelt to take her from behind. I leaned down onto her back and kissed her neck as I slid
I was relieved to realize that I had my bath towel wrapped tightly around my waist. I glanced at Sarah, standing next to me. She looked fine; her scrubs were clean and dry, her hair was brushed straight, there was nothing about her appearance that looked suspicious. I smiled at my sister and said, "Beth. How have you been?"She stood up from the couch and rushed over to hug me, but we both stopped a foot apart when we both realized that I towered over my big sister now. I reached out and held her upper arms. She lifted a hand to my chest and stroked her fingertips over my skin, staring as she did. She jerked her hand away when she realized what she was doing. She looked like she was about to apologize when I pulled her to me and gave her a big hug. "God, Beth, it's so good to see you," I murmured into her hair.I released Beth after a good two minutes, and then Sarah led her out and pulled the privacy curtain while I pulled on underwear and shorts. Before I could pull on my tank-top,
I once again buzzed, and Heather knelt at the foot of my mat while I did the rest of my weight lifting routine.I probably pushed too hard at my physical therapy session that day. After it was over and I was reading to Robert and Steve, my muscles, especially in my ass, were just burning. When Heather rolled my wheelchair back to my room at lunchtime, I had a pained expression when I stood up."What's wrong?" Heather asked."I think I tried too much weight on the leg press. My butt is killing me." Heather stifled a giggle, but then tried to look serious when she said, "I think Jeannie should have a look at it after lunch."I realized then that I had missed Jeannie's arrival, and that Charlene was now gone. I ate my lunch, and then Jeannie came in and inspected and massaged my aching butt cheeks thoroughly. She had pulled off my shorts and underwear, and had me lie on my stomach while she worked over my behind. It was a flimsy pretense, but in all seriousness it made a world of differe
It is only in retrospect that I can appreciate just how mentally exhausted I had been. I think I had really been trying to think of the words to say to her, to convince her to stop. Then my mind simply gave up on trying, and I stopped thinking about what I was doing and instead reveled in the inten
I really did. It was easy to imagine how I would have become hooked on having women like that throwing themselves at me. Hell, I'd been through it with my sister and my mom. That thought brought me back to my reason for visiting, and I opened my mouth. He saw my expression and quickly shook his hea
I think that was what terrified her the most. After all those years of taking her abuse, I could reduce her to begging for my cock if I wanted to. I gave her a thin smile and watched her shake her head nervously once again."Don't worry, Becky," I murmured. "I'm not going to be cruel to you. I've n
I grabbed the top of the thong and gave it another yank, and Becky squealed and shook all over. I knew I had pulled it firmly into her pussy, that it had squashed her clit, and that it nearly made her come."I—I'm so sorry!" she whined, so softly I could barely hear her. "Please stop. I promise, I'







