"Tim guided my hand to his crotch. "Are you sure?" he said. "Yes, oh heaven, yes." He felt the passion too. He pulled my hand against him. All my rest...aint was gone. I wanted my husband. I wanted him sexually. I wanted my husband inside of me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and kiss him deeply. I wanted him to overwhelm me with masculine power. I wanted him to make me his real wife.I caressed him with more intensity. I reached for him slowly. This is your husband, I kept thinking. I am. "Poor Billy, he is loyal to a fault, but not the sharpest tack in the box. Just step in here Mr. Jacobs and we'll see how bad that arm is. Can you take your shirt off?" No, I can't lift my arm, so I'm afraid that you are going to have to cut the shirt off. Good thing it's just a cheap T-shirt." I can do that," Nurse Barb said as she reached into her pocket and extracted a pair of scissors. She pulled the shirt out of the waist band of Ken's jeans on his left side and started cutting up and on. One especially well endowed girl was furiously rubbing and exploded in orgasm. It surprised me so much that I gasped a deep breath and started to applaud her achievement. All of a sudden I was surrounded by screams and it dawned on me that they could then see me. It was at that time that my dream ended and I woke up in a cold sweat. I was panting and trembling until I realized that it was only a dream.I had shaken the bed so much that I awoke Jean and she asked if I was all right. I had no. I was completely baffled. She gives me an innocent look. And you know what; words coming out a pretty mouth are unanswerable. I handed over my bottle of water to her. She didn’t seem thirsty. She just took a small sip and then sat erect. I looked at her, my erection slowly softening. “What is this yaar Shruti?” I demanded. “I am feeling shy,” she replied. “This was the only way of stopping you” “Do you really want to stop?” I asked. She smiled and I knew she also wanted it but was going red all.