Helen part three

[Myron Cumberland]

Once she realized she loved busting my balls, Helen took every opportunity to engage me in either playful wrestling, where she would "accidentally" knee, punch, and kick me(never too hard)or fights that escalated into shoving matches that she won because she would knee me(again, never too hard).  I would stagger around, holding my nuts and groaning while she laughed delightedly.  Afterwards, she would apologize and seduce me by bending over and swaying her hips.  The make-up sex was awesome.  I was in heaven.  I still tried to get a knee with a little more force behind it by saying sexist things to her, but I think she really didn't want to hurt me.  Once, I had her pinned against the wall, standing too close to her for her to knee me, and told her she had to do things my way because I was the man.  She wanted to watch some chick flick, and I wanted to watch baseball.  To my surprise, she agreed.  Then she put her arms around my neck to kiss me, I let my guard down, and WHAM!  Her sexy knee met my sack.  Down I went.  The make-up sex had to wait until her stupid movie was over with, I'm writhing in exquisite agony, and I can't tell if she's laughing at the movie or at me.  I'll have to look it up some day to see if it was a comedy.  All I remember is that Amy Schumer was in it.  It was a harder knee than usual, like the kitchen knee from part one, but not as hard as the kick from part two.  I was asking for it.  Feminists are so predictable.  Her apology was sweet.  She showed concern for my sore sack, and the sex was out of this world.  End of part three.