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Well, it's Friday and I'm still limping from my SRA (Sexually Related Accident) on Sunday morning.
At least the swelling has gone down, and the colors of the bruising are mellowing. I HATE broken toes simply because there is SO little one can do other than immobilize, elevate, and take those lil Ibuprofin
I get odd looks when I have to go out shopping: a young (FORTY IS young damn it you kids) guy hobbling through the store with my cane!
THOUGH... Maya stopped by last night to check on me She said Curtis was tired from work and was sleeping... she got me fresh ice for my toe, fluffed my pillows, and (bless her) gave me a compassionate blowjob
I told her I wished there was a comfortable position I could get in to give HER alittle satisfaction... she jumped up and said she'd be right back.
She returned with her magic-backpack... grabbed a comforter from my cedar-chest... and spent two hours giving me a toy-show as she pleasured herself.