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Ohhh s****r !!

... then she pointed her finger at me but didn't say a word. Everyone gasped but Izzy turned and walked back into her room, slamming and then locking her door. "I...I thought I heard a noise." I said as I rubbed my cheek. Then I returned to my own room, feeling crushed that she'd slapped me. Soon everyone returned to their beds. But I just stood there in the middle of my room unable to get the picture of Isabelle masturbating out of my mine. It was totally unexpected, but I felt my dick rise. I'm not going to lie, I've had forbidden thoughts of her. I've pictured her naked in my mind, but I've never pictured myself fucking her until that very moment. PT 3 Isabelle had not talked to me for two days. At first I just avoided her as well. Frankly, I was embarrassed. But then when it became evident that she was really pissed at me, I began to watch her closely at dinner as she talked to everyone else except me. My feelings were more than hurt. I don't have any friends...just acquaintances. All that I love is wrapped up in my s****r. I had an opportunity to pick her up from school. She and Greg had no plans to meet up after class so I decided that it was time for me to bridge the gap between us by apologizing. She climbed into the minivan silently. "I'm sorry." She ignored me. "Did you hear me?" "I'm not deaf." "So...are you going to hold a grudge against me forever?" She turned bodily in her seat to glare at me. "Why did you do that?" "What? Izzy, I swear I didn't know." She thought I ...

... had just planned to catch her masturbating! "I heard a noise and...I thought..." "What did you think?!" "I thought you and Greg were fucking. That's what I thought." I glared at the street as I drove. There was a long pause. "You thought I had snuck Greg into the house? I thought you..." My brow creased and I glanced at her. "You thought what?" "I don't know." She sounded confused. "Look, Paul, I'm sorry I hit you. I misunderstood." I was gnawing on my lip as I drove, still frowning. What had she misunderstood? "So...you forgive me, then?" "Nothing to forgive, little b*****r. It was just a misunderstanding." She stretched out her left hand and rubbed my arm. It seemed that she had trouble extending it. "When was the last time you had a massage, Iz?" She chuckled. "I've been too busy." "You can't neglect that. It's important as any other part of your physical therapy." She needed her muscles stretched at least once a week, more if possible. She hadn't had physical therapy in a few weeks. I felt peevish as I thought about how she let some boy side-track her from her health issues. Without the massages her muscles would atrophy and once that happens it's not reversible. Surgery is the only way to release the atrophy, but she would never be able to regain the elasticity once lost. It would curve her body even more and if the curve in her spine became even more pronounced it could cripple her. "Yeah, you're right Paul. I can make an appointment for Jim this weekend." Jim has been ...