Lying back on the bed, I wondered what surprises she had for me. I started to undress and get ready, my cock growing harder of what the night may brin.... Sliding my hand along it, feeling it grow. In a dozy dream of what would await as the time passed. ‘Starting without me?’ I turned to see her dressed a white bikini panties and teddy, the same that she wore on our wedding night. Her long strawberry blonde hair, cascaded over her shoulders. ‘Remember these..?’ How could I forget that night of. ."Gwen cut me off "What! How did you know about that?" Well, it's mentioned in the file. I know Mort had no hand injuries when I examined her a few weeks back, so when I saw the updated report, I wondered what had happened"Gwen was stammering, seemingly unable to get out the words, and I began to put two and two together."You didn't take her to the post-MORFS centre, did you," I said.Gwen exploded in a torrent of questions."She's alive! Oh I've been so worried ... How is she? Is she healthy?. "Don't you have a husband or boyfriend to help you with those special, er, ummm, needs?" I asked her."Nope." she said shaking her head, "No one steady anyway." We sat in silence for a moment and then she said, "Would you?" I mean I know you're living with someone...but I need it bad...I need it really bad!?"“Holy shit!” I thought to myself as I thought of how to reply."What? Here? I asked. My prick was twitching with anticipation and my hands began to perspire. It had been a while since the. With the touch she held my knee tightly between her legs. Now we were kissing each other hard. I was rubbing her pussy with my knee, playing with her right nipple with my left hand and holding her head with other hand. Her right hand was squeezing my cock (which I wanted her to shag) and her left hand scratching my back making nail marks. Son she came with a loud moan and her legs so tight around my leg as if trying to crush. I kept rubbing and she kept on shivering with moans. She came and.