."Her hand pressed against my chest and clutched the fabric. "I need..." She inhaled deeply. "...sex.....please.....I need it..."She reached up and st...oked my scruffy, ungroomed face. She ran them down my cheeks and played with the collars of my shirt. Realised everything the man had told me was true Janice, my ex neighbour would do want ever I wanted and she was desperate for it! Her body was in dire need of sexual fulfilment. I had never seen a woman so desperate for sex."Mmmm, I think you. Then, realizing he hadn’t checked yet, he stopped mid-tear and shuffled closer on his knees, and reached under her head to get a feel for her injury. There was a small gush on the back of her head. It was bleeding, but not profusely. Using his fingertips he tried to ascertain if her skull was fractured, but all he could sense was a quickly-swelling bump. Okay. No obvious break, no foreign object stuck in, no brain matter visible. He resumed ripping his t-shirt, and, once done, folded one strip. First she knelt straddling before grasping his cock and raising herself she moved to position his cock at the entry to her moist cunt, then she started to lower herself his large glans pushing against the muscle until with a moan from Anne it disappeared from view. I had taken a chair from the lounge room into the bedroom so I could get a closer view of my wife being fucked while being more comfortable, having watched her with Anthony I knew with a cock this size it waswn't going to be. It could have been weeks now, or months, or longer.How had it come to this?Her idle curiosity was just a passing fancy, the answer did not matter. She was happy, and comfortable, as if permanently held between worlds, the pleasant lassitude as one is about to claimed by sleep, or in those few, alert, seconds after waking, when the day seems bright and new, before one's problems flow into consciousness like a breaking wave.She had no problems now.As she drifted on light pleasure, she had no will.