” she said laughing. We put our shorts on, Debbie went topless and started the barbecue going the lads came running back after a short w...ile and Debbie could not take her eyes off there dangling balls and cocks. They also could not take there eyes off her breasts and her tight shorts. They asked us if it was ok if they stayed in the nude as they only had one pair of shorts each and they had to make them last the week. "Up to you" I said and Debbie said it was ok by her. I still felt a lot of pain whenever the drugs wore off and had to be replaced. When I awoke again, someone brought me my first proper meal in said hospital and I decided to ask about release. I didn’t know how much longer I needed to be hospitalized and what they intended to observe before discharge.The door to my room opened and in walked an obvious doctor. He was a wiry, middle-aged guy, probably late thirties from the look of him. He cleared his throat and looked at the chart for a little. Mitt could hear her hiss of frustration as she undressed. She was, in her forties, still an attractive woman, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. Her figure might not be as slender as it had once been, but Mitt found it could still excite him, at least when its owner actually wanted it to, an increasingly rare occasion.He watched his wife lie down and felt a sudden rush of compassion. She needed cheering up. A nice massage and backrub would surely make her feel better. He put his hands on her. " he could go no further."Oh Christ, don't cry. I hate it when you cry. It's unfair for you to cry. Stop it, I say," she begged in a pleading tone of voice. "Grown men are not supposed to cry except in the middle of an orgasm. It's unfair." Well, you better get used to it. When I feel inside me the way I feel right now I shall be a man who cries. I am a man and a man has feelings that have to be expressed with tears sometimes." He wiped his eyes and bawled all the louder, "And right now I am.