When her shorts and thong came off, leaving her exquisitely naked with men for the very first time since the accident, huge swarms of goose-bumps floo...ed over her, driven partly by worry, partly by appreciation of their combined touches. She had her eyes closed; somebody deeply engaged her mouth with his. Meanwhile, someone else was doing delightful things to her stumps with the other mouth: the sensations were startlingly intense and pleasant. Then he moved to cup her bottom in his warm strong. Panting and glistening with sweat, she spun around into a reverse cowgirl and started riding that stiff ten inches again. With his palms spanking her ass and his skillful fingers harrassing her swollen clit, it didn't take but a few minutes for her to build up to another sheet-tugging, earth-shattering orgasm. She was totally exhausted, now. Mikey wasn't though. He flipped her onto her back and threw her legs over his shoulders. She was too weak to do anything but accept the sweet, punishing. I didn't know if I possessed the strength to raise my head and examine my watch, anyway.I staggered to the unmade bed, the world spinning around me. This was it, and I almost laughed. There was no light, no angels. Just a vague blackness encroaching on the borders of my field of vision. That answered a question or two, I supposed, but it was too late to tell anyone else.I fell onto the bed, and it felt as though the flight lasted an eternity. When I bounced up and finally came to rest, sprawled. “Do you want to shop first or eat first?” I asked, when we were out on the sun-lit street.Mel looked at her watch. “I’d rather shop first. I’m still full after two breakfasts.”I nodded. “Do you know where you want to go for your clothes?”Mel nodded. “I’ve got a pretty good idea where to get everything,” she said.“Then lead on.”I quickly found that Mel lacked the typical gene that made womankind need to browse extensively and return to each item at least three times before making a decision. In.