Her cast is so long. It goes all the way uo her thigh and the heavy plaster makes it difficult for her to move her leg.
Sunday
Saturday
Monday
Craftsman Cast saw
It's not made specifically for cutting casts but the Craftsman NEXTEC Multi-Tool is battery operated and works just like a Fein Multimaster. For the recreational caster at a recreational price.
Getting the cast off should be lots easier and that means more casting!
Lets see some Pics!
Getting the cast off should be lots easier and that means more casting!
Lets see some Pics!
Tuesday
New cast cutter
The Rockwell Sonicaster is a knock off of the fein multimaster. For about half the price, you can get through fiberglass and have her cast off safely, easily and quickly. Now let's get casting!
Friday
She Blushed
Looking at her face I was in heaven.
She was so shy and yet so inviting that I felt right at home. Plus, I could tell that her left leg cast went above her knee. She was wearing really loose-fitting pants but I could see her trying to move her leg with difficulty. Her toes were painted with purple paint that looked like grape laffy taffy. I wanted her toes to taste like grape. mmmmmm....
"I'm so sorry about my big, clumsy cast being in your way." She apologized.
The waiter stopped right behind her and placed the fold-out tray holder between her and the table across fom her. It was loaded with Plates.
"Really, If I get to look at your toes while I wait, It's more than a fair trade." The waiter looked at me awkwardly and then I caught him peeking at her toes. Sneaky bastard. I realized he was taking his time to place the food and glancing at her pink cast a lot. I decided to go for it.
"Mind if I save us the trouble and just stay here with you?" I said as I sat, not giving her a chance to say no.
Her blush had faded into a gleaming smile. I watched her shift on the bench and saw her put a hand under her cast to adjust position. I was glad I was sitting because I was stiff as granite and there was no way to hide it.
"That will save me the trouble of running to the men's room over and over just to see you."
Her hazel eyes sparkled at that. Her dark hair framed her face like the pink fiberglass and white stockinette framed her delicate toes. The table now hid her cast from me but the thought of all that fiberglass wrapped around her leg so close to me was thrilling. I wanted so much to scream out "I LOVE YOUR CAST!" but instead said. "Is anyone, other than me, joining you?"
"Just you" was her reply.
We chatted for a bit. The waiter came by and I told him to add my bar tab to the bill for "our table" and bring us a couple beers while we decided what we'd eat. I found out her name was Sarila, Turkish from her Mom's side. She lived in Florida but was on vacation because she couldn't work and because it was so dang hot in Florida that a cast was unbearable in the heat - even in October.
I told her that I lived here, loved the mountains and vacationed in Florida in the dead of Winter because the cold was unbearable. We laughed and kept eye contact,forgetting the world around us.
As our food came and we continued talking, I got the strongest urge to touch her cast. We had talked about it a little and she had held it up once to show me her toes and tell me how hard it was. But I wanted to touch it, hold it, caress her toes and kiss them. I was going crazy. Slowly and carefully I slipped my right foot out of its shoe and felt my way across the booth to her casted leg. I didn't want her to feel me kicking her leg but just wanted to touch it. I gingerly moved my foot from her shin to her ankle feeling the cast through her big-legged pants. then I slipped between cast and pants and went back up past her knee while maintaining eye contact. The rough fiberglass was so hard. I wondered if she felt anything or if the cast was thickly padded to isolate her leg from my probing. I felt up above her knee, knowing that her cast was now exposed as I lifted her pants leg towards her crotch. The cast suddenly ended about halfway on her thigh.
I started to withdraw my foot when suddenly her hand grabbed my ankle! I was caught! I had no idea how to explain my actions was going to be horribly embarrassed in a crowded restaurant. Would she scream? call the manager? the police? I was freaking out. How could I have been so forward and freaky and what had i gotten myself into.
But she did something that I never expected:
she placed my foot back on her casted leg.
Keeping a firm grip on my wrist and her eyes locked on mine, Sarila guided me to the top of her cast and slid the sole of my foot on the rigid fiberglass that encircled her thigh. She went down to her knee and back up over the cast and onto her thigh. It tickled my foot and throbbed my erection more than I could remember happening before or since. I felt ecstatic and embarrassed and dizzy and enlightened all at once.
Sarila Brought my foot up inside her pants until I felt her bush under my toes. Then she smiled.
She was so shy and yet so inviting that I felt right at home. Plus, I could tell that her left leg cast went above her knee. She was wearing really loose-fitting pants but I could see her trying to move her leg with difficulty. Her toes were painted with purple paint that looked like grape laffy taffy. I wanted her toes to taste like grape. mmmmmm....
"I'm so sorry about my big, clumsy cast being in your way." She apologized.
The waiter stopped right behind her and placed the fold-out tray holder between her and the table across fom her. It was loaded with Plates.
"Really, If I get to look at your toes while I wait, It's more than a fair trade." The waiter looked at me awkwardly and then I caught him peeking at her toes. Sneaky bastard. I realized he was taking his time to place the food and glancing at her pink cast a lot. I decided to go for it.
"Mind if I save us the trouble and just stay here with you?" I said as I sat, not giving her a chance to say no.
Her blush had faded into a gleaming smile. I watched her shift on the bench and saw her put a hand under her cast to adjust position. I was glad I was sitting because I was stiff as granite and there was no way to hide it.
"That will save me the trouble of running to the men's room over and over just to see you."
Her hazel eyes sparkled at that. Her dark hair framed her face like the pink fiberglass and white stockinette framed her delicate toes. The table now hid her cast from me but the thought of all that fiberglass wrapped around her leg so close to me was thrilling. I wanted so much to scream out "I LOVE YOUR CAST!" but instead said. "Is anyone, other than me, joining you?"
"Just you" was her reply.
We chatted for a bit. The waiter came by and I told him to add my bar tab to the bill for "our table" and bring us a couple beers while we decided what we'd eat. I found out her name was Sarila, Turkish from her Mom's side. She lived in Florida but was on vacation because she couldn't work and because it was so dang hot in Florida that a cast was unbearable in the heat - even in October.
I told her that I lived here, loved the mountains and vacationed in Florida in the dead of Winter because the cold was unbearable. We laughed and kept eye contact,forgetting the world around us.
As our food came and we continued talking, I got the strongest urge to touch her cast. We had talked about it a little and she had held it up once to show me her toes and tell me how hard it was. But I wanted to touch it, hold it, caress her toes and kiss them. I was going crazy. Slowly and carefully I slipped my right foot out of its shoe and felt my way across the booth to her casted leg. I didn't want her to feel me kicking her leg but just wanted to touch it. I gingerly moved my foot from her shin to her ankle feeling the cast through her big-legged pants. then I slipped between cast and pants and went back up past her knee while maintaining eye contact. The rough fiberglass was so hard. I wondered if she felt anything or if the cast was thickly padded to isolate her leg from my probing. I felt up above her knee, knowing that her cast was now exposed as I lifted her pants leg towards her crotch. The cast suddenly ended about halfway on her thigh.
I started to withdraw my foot when suddenly her hand grabbed my ankle! I was caught! I had no idea how to explain my actions was going to be horribly embarrassed in a crowded restaurant. Would she scream? call the manager? the police? I was freaking out. How could I have been so forward and freaky and what had i gotten myself into.
But she did something that I never expected:
she placed my foot back on her casted leg.
Keeping a firm grip on my wrist and her eyes locked on mine, Sarila guided me to the top of her cast and slid the sole of my foot on the rigid fiberglass that encircled her thigh. She went down to her knee and back up over the cast and onto her thigh. It tickled my foot and throbbed my erection more than I could remember happening before or since. I felt ecstatic and embarrassed and dizzy and enlightened all at once.
Sarila Brought my foot up inside her pants until I felt her bush under my toes. Then she smiled.
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