I was never a big fan of chicken; I was a steak man myself. But the memories of young Calvin had me drooling for fried chicken.A different nurse than ...he one who came to see me earlier walked into the room. She was all business and did not have a gentle bedside manner. She talked in a quick, authoritative way.She took my vitals, barely. When she went to take my pulse, I could feel she was barely touching me. She took a thermometer, wiped it with an alcohol disinfectant wipe, and placed it in my. Panting Heather grumped when the laundry timer suddenly bussed at her. Since no one could see into her porch, Heather didn't bother getting dressed to change the washer and start a new load. This would alter Heather's life forever. She put on her slippers and went out of the glass door. As Heather came out the door, the dog woofed again, his big tongue lolling out. "That red monster of yours should be registered as a weapon big guy. It's bigger than my tench inch toy." Heather said, patting. Foot jobs, pegging/prostate play, public sex, mutual masturbation, edging, rimming each other, she had no limits and I was slowly figuring out that I had none either.One evening we were naked on the sofa watching porn and we were masturbating for each other, she paused the porno and went to the bedroom returning with a double ended dildo and a bottle of lube.She proceeded lie on her back and slid one end in her asshole and told me to move closer.She had fucked me with a strap on a few times so. She grabbed the back of my head by the hair and pulled my face closer to her, and she was balls deep in my mouth. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me and we were locked in some strange reverse tug-of-war, each trying to pull the other closer and closer as her hips thrust her cock deep in my mouth. “Alex this feels so amazing, but you know what I really want to do…” She stopped her thrusting. “I want to fuck you.” Half an hour ago I would have been appalled at the very idea, but now it.