She couldn’t be sure if it had been a relief to find people sitting on the others, or if she was excited to be doing what she’d been instructed to... She put her bag on the bench and scanned the expanse of grass stretching towards the canal. It looked like people were sticking to the gravel paths, one quite close. She waited for the woman to pass before turning, facing the wall.Then she bent over, pretending to rummage in her bag for something. She counted, as per instructions; one etcetera, two. I pushed all the way in and then slowly pulled all the way out. Pleased at the way her wetness coated my fingers, I slipped them back in and began to gently fuck her. After a few moments, I saw her hand reach down to begin rubbing her clit. It didn't take long before her body began tensing up. She must have been right on the edge before I walked in on her. Now with my help, her orgasm was swiftly approaching. Excited, I began pushing into her more firmly. "No!" she blurted, "Don't change it,. Slowly, both from his desire not to wake her and a real reluctance on his part to end this feeling, he released her breast and started to withdraw his hand. He could feel the soft suppleness slip beneath his hand and the pebble-like nipple as it brushed against his fingers. Try as he might he couldn't help but lightly pinch the little nub between his finger and thumb eliciting another low moan. Suddenly her hand covered his, pressing him tightly to her breast."Dent?" she whispered."I'm sorry,". ‘Well, as far as work is concerned, you won’t be going back for five or six months depending on your healing. As far as the restroom goes, you can urinate in the bottle. As for a bowel movement, that’s one of the reasons you’ll be in the hospital for a week. You will need help. Once you go home you can use the bottle for urinating in and use crutches to make it to the rest room unless you have a porta-potty like we do here.’ I couldn’t help seeing the little smirk on Brenda’s face. She knew I.