The dream; I was swimming, late at night with my wife and my best friend. We were in a local pool after hours so in boxers, undies, and bras. We jumpe... in the car to leave and my buddy was laughing how tight his undies were on his body now and it outlined his cock. My wife, in her wet bra and panties, reaches over and says "put that away." She grabbed him and the way she handled it was over the top. We all just got silent and she started to stroke him over his underwear. He leaned back as his. I waited as she obediently pushed it home. Helena's face shone beatifically. With the plug in place I was able to fit the harness that would keep it there and then attend to my caller.I opened the door. "Can I see your identity pass, please," I asked. The girl fished in her bag and pulled out a small clam shell-shaped frame. One side held a daguerreotype image of the girl, the other the intricately printed form that identified her as an accredited member of the event service team. Security for. One could never take eyes off here back when she walks. And boy should I mention about her boobs. I usually go for a jog in the morning after my aunty comes out of her house to draw the kolam ( Rangoli) in front of her house. She comes out with a nightie and I love watching her cleavage when she bends and draws the design. Though she knew that it could not be a coincidence that I go for a jog exactly when she comes out of her house to draw the Rangoli, she never suspected me ( I suppose). I. Okay, I didn’t. Get tired of it, that is.After a few days of mostly lying in a bed, I was bored with TV, reading, and internet surfing. Then one morning, a nurse came in and said it was time for a shower.As it was, I had to make sure I kept the incision clean. The first time I ‘went’ after surgery, I called the nurse to assure I’d gotten it clean enough. She inspected my butt and said it seemed pretty clean. This was the same nurse telling me it was my turn in the shower.“Oh,” I said, “If you.