“But he’s nowhere near as good as you were!” she giggled.“Thanks!” I grinned. “Did you guys need lunch?”“Yes, please,” Stephanie rep...ied.I fixed soup and sandwiches and sat with the girls while they ate. When they finished, Trish took her bag downstairs and Stephanie took her bag up to my room, and then they joined me in the great room.“Was there anything specific you wanted to do in Chicago?” I asked the girls.“Not really,” Stephanie said. “I just came to see you and dragged Trish along. Nice three-story house with including basement and attic. Yeah they were right it was huge when you were alone. The first floor had a nice kitchen with soapstone counters. Along with the kitchen was a nice dining room with exquisite statues surrounding the dining table that always seemed to make her skin crawl. Who of all people would put statues in a dining room courtside yes dining room no. Along with the nice dining room was a wonderful living room with a huge flat screen TV. The second. With the bed at last made I went to the dresser and took out a fresh night-dress for my mother, she took it from me, looked at it then back at me."I need a wash!" Mum declared with force, "I'm not lying there covered in my own piss! It's over a week since I had a wash and I feel dirty and sticky!"I wondered how we were going to manage this feat since my mother could only stand on one leg, which was not ideal for a shower, and was under strict instructions not to get the cast wet so a soak in. She didn’t like to rub herself off, it seemed a terrible waste to yield an orgasm to her own hands, but the alternative was to suffer through the day with a terrible need in her simmering pussy. She loved to feel sexually excited–but only when there was satisfaction in the offing. Nothing made her more excited than milking a dick and nothing frustrated her more than sucking off a cock without getting anything in return. Feeling resentful toward her husband again, she went back to the bedroom..