It was the intimacy we had been sharing that I missed terribly. I wanted my baby back, and if that sounds maternal, well, so be it.I was very pleased ...hat Saralinda signed the forms allowing the clinic to report her medical and psychological condition to us. It would have been awful if we'd been kept in the dark due to privacy laws.During those three days, they didn't share much, but they sure asked a lot of questions, wanting to know everything that had happened and everything she'd said since. "Not very good is it?" I sniffled."Aye, but I've seen worse." Maybe she had, but it was no consolation.And nothing I could say to her would convince her that none of thisshithole was my fault."I'm going to do better. I can do better than this."She straightened the duvet over the grim sheet, sat and crossed herlegs. She patted the space beside her and for want of anything better todo I joined her there."I'm forty-two, Kirsty. I've been married twice and I've got a grown uplad who teaches PE at a. I was a little disappointed, and kept getting hard thinking about him staring at me, then stroking my cock like he did.I watched a film on tv, although I couldn’t concentrate properly, washed the dishes, then told him I was off to bed. He looked at me, smiled and said ‘Ok, I’ll see you later’I went to the bathroom, all sorts of naughty things going through my mind. What did he mean by later? Tonight? In the morning? Stop being silly, I said to myself, just go to bed and try to sleep!I brushed. My hands were exploring here back and the bra strap was off in no time.The smoothness and softness of Anjali’s 34C boobs was heavenly. Within no time, our formals were off and we were feeling every inch of our naked bodies.Anjali grabbed my 6.5 inch iron hard dick and started stroking it as I was squeezing her boobs. My tongue on her nipples caused her to moan.Anjali – Ahhhhh.. Neil.. you doing so good.I started fingering her clit as she bit my shoulders. After a minute of rubbing, she couldn’t.