But a real woman can take pain! As he began thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out of my freshly-rapped vagina, I instinctively raised my legs, ...rching my feet and pointing my toes in what I now know to be "cheesecake style."It's funny: He couldn't even SEE my surrendering legs and feet from his perspective, but basic female instinct told me that such a positioning is pleasing to men. And, ultimately, whether we be doctors, astronauts or Secretaries of State, pleasing men is our #1. I wanted him inside of me, as much as he wanted me. The pew didn’t allow for the most comfortable position, especially when it came to my knees but I barely noticed. I positioned myself over him and slowly lowered myself on to his dick. He filled me, shaping me to his needs. I wanted to moan. The desire to moan became even greater as his mouth found my nipples again. It was almost too much. I rode him slowly at first until I found a semi-comfortable position. I ended up sitting on him, but. “Dr. Fernandez” I heard, and looked towards the door. A woman dressed in a nurse’s uniform was addressing Maria. “Patient at the dispensary is requesting you.” and looked at me.I offered her a smile and she focused back on the doctor. Holding the door open for her, Maria left with the nurse following behind her. I was left with my throbbing head and aching body having nothing to do but watch saline drip.After some time, I dosed off only to be visited by the nurse. The ritual of giving me pills. But these were filed away for now, what she was feeling had nothing to do with that. She felt hot and cold and eager and reluctant and turned on and turned off, all at the same time and all in varying measure so that for an instant one feeling would come to the fore, only to be replaced immediately with another.Through all of this she felt her love for Denise. It had never before been given physical expression but had grown, created via their common bond with Stan and nurtured by the closeness.