As my fingers work against her cheeks, I hear a soft muffled moan. I lean over slowly, just barely pressing my lips against her neck. As soon as I d... this, her hands stop moving against my breasts. I’m afraid I’ve screwed up, and lean back up, looking into her eyes to see if I’ve done something wrong. As I was looking down into her eyes, she moves her hands off my breasts and down to the top of my skirt, hooking her fingertips under the top and quickly pushing it down off of my ass. The. “Here you go, dear. So, tell me what is going on with cheering. You look beautiful in your outfit.”The old man always enjoyed when Kay visited him. She had a set of knockers that would blow your socks off. Her outfit was very tight, and she filled out the top well. She wore white socks that were folded down and white sneakers. Her skirt was pleated and quite short. He wondered if she had on panties.He always got horny around Kay. He wondered if she was a good girl or a slut. He wanted. He’s naked too, bearded, muscular, virile, with his penis sticking up as hard as mine and as hairy, but massive, two inches longer than mine! I flick through pictures of him enjoying her. She squats naked in front of him as he stands naked, wide legged thrusting his hips forward, his penis head in her mouth, her eyes looking up at him, his fingers ruffling her hair, his balls in her soft hand, his face twisted with sex pleasure. He sits wide legged in an executive swivel chair just like mine. "That's me finished then," he said disconsolately."Don't cross bridges Mr Smith – Ged," said the doctor. "As I said, we don't know how well you'll heal. With therapy who knows? Wait and see," with that he left.If Ged had wanted to wallow in self-pity, he would have been disappointed, for through the door came Vivienne."Ged!" she said in greeting. "They told us to come back at four, but we rang and they said you were awake. How do you feel?" Rotten!" he muttered, "I've just been told I may never.