Unsurprisingly our sex life suffered a little and instead of totally abandoned 'fuck-abouts' we were restricted to trying to be quiet, although not to... successfully sometimes! Sue is very vociferous when fucking and just loses it.During the evenings we usually quaffed a fair amount of wine whilst watching TV, the girls getting giggly while I got mellow and sleepy. Last Wednesday Sue was flipping through the channels and paused on a documentary. It was about swinging and the effect it had on. He had friends and went out and did normal stuff, but every single day he would end up back in the hospital room with me, talking to me, holding my hand, etc. He told me that over the years that I had actually been pronounced dead three times !! Later they figured that the deaths probably co-insided with a traumatic event in one of my dreams. Weeks later, the 'newness' of the case had begin to wear off, and almost back to normal. Dustin said I might get to go home next week—there was one more. Ummmm well this is a bit awkward but I was picking up some items for tomorrow I looked into her cart. To my surprise there was a number of thingsMe: oh really? I guess the surprise is ruinedDeb: it would appear so. But I guess maybe you can help me shop?Me: sure. Is there anything in particular you are looking for? Deb: I am looking for things that showcase your... assetsMe: what do you mean? Deb: I mean like, you have such an incredible ass. I’d love to find a pair of pants that you can strut. I put a little force behind the next blow, which landed with a resounding smack. Her backside juddered, and I could see the skin reddening through the cotton. Laura cried out, head up, back arched, as the third smack echoed 'round the room. I began a serious, rhythmic series of hard, sharp blows, to alternate cheeks, with the occasional solid thwack across the tight cotton of her seat, the big sole covering her ass completely. After a dozen powerful smacks of the leather against her backside.