Just then we did hear some laughter in the distance but Simon that was quite normal and nothing to worry about. He delved into his jeans pocket and fo...nd some tissues and began wiping his hand and leg; I somehow had managed to only have a little bit of cum on the back of my hand. “Hey, Simon” I said and as he looked at me, I licked the cum off it. “Oh, wow” he said, impressed. “I’ll get another hard-on if you do that again” he laughed. We both gathered our things and got dressed, and then made. The doctor then inflated the catheterusing a hypodermic syringe. Another smaller tube was introduced intothe one hanging from his penis. This shorter tube was pushed insideusing a small rod. The rod was withdrawn and it left the smaller tubecoiled inside the bladder and extending into the larger tube somewherebeyond where the penis entered the body.The doctor with a quick stroke of the scalpel sliced off the penis at the root. Blood spurted from the wound as the doctor pressed a red. I raised one hand and idly trailed my fingertips from my chin down my neck to where the silk was pulled tight across my breasts, and casually undid another button. Obedient to the laws of physics, it popped open another inch or so, and a good portion of my ivory lace bra was exposed to their avid gaze.I heard a long, low whistle from the sidewalk below, and what sounded like an admiring laugh. I wasn't sure what to do next. I wasn't sure how far I could go, much less how far I wanted to go. I. He stills his movements, and lays down on top of me. I savor his weight, and wrap my arms around him, running my hands over his broad back. He kisses me, deeply on the mouth, and I return the kiss, our tongues dancing. It is erotic, as the aftershocks of the quaking climax tremble through our bodies, still joined as one. We lay together like that for a while, until his limp member slowly slips out of me. We curl up together, and as we cuddle, we talk the talk of lovers. I tell him I have.