In the morning, Nancy woke first and realized that she needed to get out from underneath the covers before Del noticed, as she had told him that she'd sleep on top of them. She sashayed out, hissing as her sprained ankle got caught in the sheets.
"Hm? Nancy?" Del blinked awake as she quickly extricated herself from the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed.
She wrinkled her nose. "You should change your sheets, Del." They didn't actually smell, but she had to get rid of the evidence of his massive ejaculation from the previous night.
He sat up. "Oh, I didn't even think...they're kinda stinky, huh?" He threw off the sheets. "Ack!" Quickly, he turned away from her and fussed with the front of his boxers.
Nancy mentally kicked herself...she had forgotten to refasten the button on his boxers the previous night, so his penis must have poked out through the hole again.
The crisis averted, Del pulled on his jeans and a fresh shirt. "Okay..." He grabbed all the bedclothes, rolled them up into a ball, and dropped them into his laundry basket. "I'll grab more sheets and a comforter later...let's get you upstairs."
She grabbed her tights and put her other arm around his shoulders so he could help her up the stairs. "All the way upstairs, please," she asked him, "I should probably shower...er, bathe," she amended, realizing that there was no way that she could stand for a shower.
He continued to act as a makeshift crutch so that she could pull out a fresh pair of underwear and another long shirt from her bedroom's chest of drawers. "I can't put on tights with the bandage on," she explained.
Del knew that she could just put on pants or a skirt, but he wasn't going to argue, as then he wouldn't be able to see more of his sexy landlady's shapely gams. He helped her sit on the edge of the bathtub before heading out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He soon heard the sound of running water as she drew her bath.
Nancy lay in the tub, her foot elevated above the water as Del had suggested, and thought about the previous night. The young man's penis had definitely been inside her, just a little. Instead of feeling bad about it, though, she felt turned on again. He had cum with his cock pressed into the fabric of her panties, that stretchy cloth her only protection against his dangerous cum as he spent himself upon it. She wasn't stupid...she knew that cotton was hardly prophylactic...but it had only been...she calculated...10 days since her period started? That was pretty safe, she figured. Wasn't it?
Del had decided to wash himself as well, and headed back down to his suite to shower once he heard the noise of the water upstairs stop. Nancy would soak for a while, he figured, but he'd make sure to have a quick shower so he'd be ready if she needed his help again. Without a crutch, he realized, she'd need him just to get around the house.
As he exited the shower, he heard Nancy yelling his name. He quickly tied a towel around his midsection and dashed upstairs. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Nancy?"
He heard her through the door, "Oh, Del! I need your help."
"Are you dressed?"