He looked down and noticed. He smiled and let out a small laugh. Was he laughing at my cock? He closed the door and came back, stood over me and asked... "You feeling better?" Yeah much better. Thanks for carrying me in like that." Yeah well of course. Good news it sounds like your brain wasn't damaged. But I'm worried about restricting your blood flow." Huh?" I was puzzled."I don't want anything holding back the circulation of your blood." And with that he pulled my speedos off in one foul swoop. A professional photographer took them, and I have the only copies, except where I show up on the pictures of the guy. Some of these are, uh, the kind that I wouldn't ordinarily let you see, Penny. Leslie, I'm sure you've seen worse at college. With that, she gave them the pictures with admonishment to treat them carefully.Through the gasps and exclamations, there were expressions of awe and admiration, both at how great their mother looked, and at how brave she was to have done that. One rear. Her juices coated my hand as my fingers moved in her. She grabbed me, kissing me as I sat stunned by her reaction. When she calmed down, she told me I was perfect. She'd say to Captain Del Rosa what he wanted to hear. She made sure I knew what to say when asked about her body and what happened.She kissed me again as we lay together talking. Sadly, we didn't have much time left. I wanted to lay there and touch her and feel like I did earlier. We heard a knock on the door. It was the girl with my. .. , the priest thought to himself as a light musky scent reached his nostrils.He hardly heard the ritual words that preceded her confession, and even then the murmured words of penitence at her liaisons with other men at her husband's instigation hardly seemed to register on the priest's thoughts."You disgusting slut," the priest muttered to himself, but not having his mind on the job, the words came out quite audibly.There was a slight pause the other side of the screen, then the woman's soft.