‘Okay,’ I said. ‘One step at a time, yes?’ Veronica nodded. ‘I enjoyed holding you again, Richard, and it was good to please you. I’d quit... forgotten what sex smelt like, let alone have all that stuff flying about.’ ‘What about you? Didn’t you get wet?’ ‘Course I did. And I loved you playing with my breasts again. And kissing you properly.’ She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulled our wet, soapy bodies together and raised her face for a kiss. I bent my neck and we paired open lips, tongues. One of them was called Patrick the Viking because he had been captured by the invading hordes from the north when he was but a youngster too small and weak to carry a heavy sword. The Norsemen gave him a captured crossbow taken from the French at some raid on their shoreline several years past.He quickly excelled with the use of the device and eventually became proficient in constructing arrows that flew straight and true to the mark at much longer distances than most bows of customary design.. I volunteered to be her guinea pig wholeheartedly. At the time I was in very good shape with solid abs and looked forward to showing off my 8.5" 3.5" round cock. Truthfully it was one of the first times I had met someone with her sexual appetite. As close to a nympho I had ever met up to that time in my life.We had our dinner and after cleaning up a bit we went to her bedroom with the tripod and camera all ready to go with the flip of a switch. Getting undressed for me was easy as I made sure. Yael’s lips brushed my cheek, stroked my hair.“Lunch soon,” the nurse said. “But first we’re going to get you to that chair.”I turned my head to the left. The nurse was pointing at a guest chair beside the bed. I moved my eyes back, looking distrustfully at the hoses still connected to me.“They have plenty of give; they’ll move with you. Half an hour.”It took me three minutes to move less than a meter.My legs worked fine. I knew I could walk. But the smallest motion felt like it would tear me.