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It took a lot of effort to get out of the car and into the house. It was a very cold night but Philip had thought ahead and set the heating to come on before he came to get me so the house was cosy warm. “Why don’t you sleep downstairs tonight, love. You are too tired to negotiate the stairs in your condition. Worry about that tomorrow.” We lived in a dormer bungalow. The two main bedrooms and bathroom were upstairs but we kept a single bed made up in the small downstairs bedroom for guests. “You do love me, don’t you, Philip?” It was more of a statement than a question. “You know I do, sweetheart. With all my heart and soul.” Then he kissed me softly before helping me sit down on the bed. Even with his help, undressing was really difficult. Philip helped me off with my blouse and then came the hardest task, my trousers. First he removed my left boot. I looked at it wistfully. I loved those boots. I had saved up and paid a hundred and twenty pounds for them just last month and now they were ruined. I unfastened the hook and zip at the side of my equally destroyed trousers then lifted my bottom off the bed with my arms so that Philip could pull them down over my plaster cast and off. “These will be for the bin then,” he said. “The boot, yes,” I replied sadly, “But keep the trousers, they will be okay while I have this damned cast on.” “Oh, yes, of course. I didn’t think of that,” and he placed them on the chair. When he went to undo my bra, I stopped him. “It’s okay,” I said, “I will sleep as I am tonight. I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.” The truth was I didn’t want him to touch me. I felt terrible but it was how I felt. I knew then that I had a long hard road ahead of me. I was going to suffer for what I had started but what hurt me the most was knowing the pain I was going to cause other, innocent people. People who didn’t deserve such treatment. I lay back on the bed where I drifted into a restless, exhausted sleep and the last bahis şirketleri words I heard were, “Good night my love. I will be here if you need me.” As reality faded into darkness I felt a warm salty tear well up in my eyes, run over my nose and down my cheek and soak into the pillow. “Anna…” “Yes Sam?” I answered. “Are we okay?” “Yes, my love. We are okay.” I looked at her pretty face on the pillow next to me. She was happy and her eyes twinkled as she smiled. She slid her head along the pillow until her nose was touching my nose and kissed me softly, all the while looking into my eyes with that dreamy look that only two people who are in love can achieve. I lifted my arm and placed my hand gently on her head and pulled her closer to me. To be nearer she shuffled her body until we were lying against each other, our breasts pressed tightly together and her leg draped over my hips so that her sex was pressed against my naked leg. As I pressed my lips hard against hers and our tongues sought refuge in each others company, I felt her begin to rub herself against my thigh. I felt the hot soft lips squashing against my flesh and the movement of her labia as if she was making love to my leg. I let my hand wander down to her bottom and stroked the smooth skin of her buttocks, letting my fingers play gently in the furrow between. Lifting my leg higher I pressed my thigh harder against her, feeling the moisture on my skin and the heat from her body. Her breathing was becoming noisy now and, without breaking away from our embrace, she pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. Sliding slowly down my body she kissed and licked each of my breasts in turn before continuing down over my belly, pausing to attend to my navel, then onwards until she reached her goal. Her tongue found its way between the soft folds and sought out my throbbing, engorged clitoris. Before placing her soft lips around it, she gently blew on it and flicked it with her bahis firmaları tongue. “Ahhh… Sam… that is so good,” I whispered, her name hissing from between my teeth. “Shhh…..” came the reply and she continued to kiss me so gently and lovingly. I couldn’t help but to move my hips, tilting them back and forth and arching my back a little while my head moved from side to side. As Sam worked her magic with her lips and tongue she gently inserted first one and then two fingers into my opening. They entered easily, she had made sure of that, and started to massage the internal walls of my vagina, pressing and teasing the ribbed front flesh, making me writhe in pleasure. My chest began to rise and fall as my breathing became heavier and deeper. I felt her fingers turn inside me and begin to press against my back passage through the thin membrane that separated them. I felt her push deeper still, actually touch my cervix. Slowly, I felt the tingle build up inside me, starting in my stomach and gradually spreading until it enveloped my whole body. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I tensed and arched my back as if trying to push all that energy down into my vagina. I didn’t cry out or moan out loud but just held my breath for a moment, then exhaled all that trapped emotion with a big sigh and sank gently back onto the mattress. Sam lay her head on my abdomen and for a moment neither of us moved except for the motion of my hand stroking her hair. “Sam, I am getting pins and needles in my foot, you will have to move.” My leg was beginning to hurt as she was laying on it. “Sam, please move,” I told her. The pain was becoming unbearable. “Sam, Please, SAM !” I shouted at her. Suddenly the room was filled with light. “What’s wrong, Darling?” I looked around. My eyes hurt from the sudden light. I was alone in bed. “Darling?” “Philip?” “You cried out. Sweetheart, are you okay?” “I, I’m sorry, I must have been dreaming. My leg is hurting, kaçak bahis siteleri it must have woken me.” Sitting on the bed Philip took my hand in his. “Can I get you anything?” “No, it’s fine, I’ll just have a couple of pain killers, I will be okay. What time is it?” “About seven. It’s still dark out.” I let my head flop back on the pillow and groaned. Three and a half hours sleep! “Don’t worry, Honey. I will phone work for you later. You try to get back to sleep.” The light clicked off and the door began to close but stopped half way. “Anna… who is Sam?” “Sam?” I questioned. “Yes. That’s what you cried out.” “Sam? Are you sure it wasn’t ‘damn’?” “Hmmm… Maybe.” He didn’t sound convinced as he quietly closed the door. I lay back and closed my eyes but sleep didn’t return. The co-codamol didn’t completely stop the pain and all I could think about was Sam, Philip and I and what lay in store for all of us. About nine o’clock I called Philip. I could hear him pottering about in the kitchen. He called out a reply but I couldn’t hear what he said so I waited patiently. He was probably busy and I didn’t want to be one of those people who constantly badgered their carers for attention. After a short time, the door opened and Philip entered, carrying a tray. I started to pull myself into a sitting position. “Oh, no, no, no,” he scolded as he put the tray down on the bedside table. “Let me help.” I leaned forward and he plumped up the pillows and helped me get comfortable in a sitting position. “How’s the foot?” he enquired. “Not too bad, I suppose.” I sat very still as he folded the legs out from underneath the tray and placed it on the bed across my legs. “Now then,” he said, “I’ve got your favourite cereal and a couple of slices of toast.” Eight triangles were arranged point up in a rack. “Some yoghurt and a mug of strong black coffee, just how you like it.” “Oh, Philip,” I looked at him, seeing something in his eyes that concerned me, “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I am not sick or anything.” “I know,” he answered, “But I love you and I have not seen you hurt before. I don’t like it.” I took his hand and looked at his little boy lost face.
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