I had had enough. Time to go for it.I reached down and took her hand, then bent to gently kiss the back of her open fingers and return her hand to the...couch. Then, I stood back up, unfastened my belt and pants, and exposed myself. My cock was hard and erect, standing straight out in front of her face as she lay on the couch.“Mr. H!”, she exclaimed with mock surprise. Her eyes were wide, and I could tell she was playing with me, having fun with this. I realized that this was a singular. This started to become a permanent thing, my wife would go to her Auntiesabout every six weeks, in that time Wendy would come alive, I learnt todo my makeup, not perfect but passable which I learnt from the internet,a started letting my hair grow, not to noticeable for a man but longerthan usual, I started secretly using day and night creams, letting myfingernails grow slightly, I even put a dot on the calendar every threeweeks because that was when my period would be, if my wife wasn't here. I had just finished the knifing victim. He had lost a lot of blood and I only gave him a 20% chance of surviving. I had gotten into clean scrubs (knifings were very messy) and was writing up my report on the surgery when my pager went off. A quick glance told me, I had another customer for my table. It was going to be a long night.I scrubbed up and entered the cold and sterile atmosphere of an operating room. The operating room staff had my patient all prepared and the "gas passer". I enjoyed her taste. She climaxed and her mother pulled my cock out of her mouth and placed it into her mouth. I licked faster and deeper until Bethy came down. I leaned up on my elbow and the mother backed off releasing my cock. I turned and placed Bethy's leg over my thighs as I knelt between her legs."Are you ready for some more. Bethy?"She smiled through dreamy eyes and nodded.I took my cock in hand and rubbed the head of it between her pussy lips. She tried to engulf me by pushing her hip.