.". After a few moments of jokey banter she resumed his treatment. She passed the hose between her legs, intending to grip some of its length between...her thighs to gain additional control. Pointing the hose at his ankle, she flicked the start switch. Life immediately returned to the previously limp hose; its length throbbing in sympathy with the pumps reciprocating action. The relief in Tom's ankle was instant. The strong massaging of the hose moved his otherwise languid blood around his. "I know, right?" I replied with pride, even though it was my mom and dad's house.Jenny and I met on day one of the school year, just one week earlier. I was a senior and she was a sophomore. She had invited me back to her place. It was a fucking dump. An old trailer that had seen better days. It had one bedroom, one bath, a tiny living room with a small couch and a kitchen. The bedroom had clothes thrown all over and the bed was unmade. There were boxes of junk everywhere. The TV looked like it. More

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