"Hey, are you Shannon?" (my name i had been using for my CD chats) he asked me"Sure, nice to meet you Sandra" (the name he had used) We shook hands an... he motioned me inside. It was a really nice place, obviously his mom did something important to have been able to afford it. She must have some nice clothes to try I thought to myself.We started chatting and getting to know each other a bit when the conversation eventually turned to the reason I was there."So, you want to see what sexy outfits. I looked like a zombie, only worse. Great!Regardless, the clinical diagnosis by Thursday evening was that I was probably going to live long enough to be released on Friday and go home. The highlight of the day was the removal of the catheter. That would allow me to get out of bed and hobble around. I was also dreading it. I mean, really! Somebody stuck a tube up my dick! At least I was unconscious when it went in. It couldn’t have been all that much fun. Now they were going to have to yank it. I turned my body to her and began to caress her body with my free right hand. I could feel her breathing quicken and when I reached her breast, her nipple was hard and erect. My wife's hand was grasping my manhood through my clothing.When I reached my hand between her legs I became aware again of Ron, as I realized our two hands were seeking the same treasure between her thighs. I looked over and my wife's other hand was kneading his crotch as she simultaneously massaged mine.I whispered into. " Maya said as the expert tongue pushed the flimsy panties aside and traveled up and down her slit, alternating soft feathery licks and long exploring strokes. When her tongue flickered at the puckered opening of her tight asshole, Maya convulsed in pleasure."Oh my god, yes!" she said as she reached a hand back to grab her ravager. In the process, she knocked the cop's hat off and dug her fingers into a mass of silky soft hair, as Maya held the cop's tongue against her ass."Mmm, bad girl, you.