Can you have visitors? I should come visit you if you aren't coming home soon." You don't have to do that. I'll be out soon and we'll have days and da...s to catch up."My aunt asked, "Where are you anyway?"I looked at my nurse and asked, "Am I still at Andrews or was I moved?"The female nurse said, "You were moved to Walter Reed in late July because we have better neurosurgeons. You're in the neurosurgery recovery suites at Walter Reed."Aunt Connie said, "Good, I heard that. I'll be up to see you. She said that while that night was really special, we wouldn’t be doing that again. She was feeling kind of guilty. I told her that I understood…but it was VERY special to me. I told her that I had never been with such a sweet woman before…especially one as beautiful as she was. She smiled but still looked guilty. After that, we passed a few times and waved. And when we did talk, we talked about things totally unrelated to what we did that night. It was almost a month later when I was watching. She reached up to change the direction of the shower head slightly so that the water still flowed over her. Isabel’s hand wandered to her breast. She started to stroke it and slide the palm of her hand over her nipple. She did the same with her other hand. Her right hand eventually found its way to her pussy and she started to stroke it with her fingertips. As her fingers started to play, they found their way inside her labia. She stroked there for a long time until, through dreamy eyes, she. After a few deep, intense kisses Josie wriggled free. Without breaking the kiss she reached out and turned off her hob by feel. I chuckled; that level head of hers was the reason I was here and not locked up right now. She turned us both until she had her back to the door and then backed up, leading me to her bedroom. I followed eagerly and scooped her up into my arms as we crossed into the room. She wrapped her legs round me, her breath shortening. I dropped her onto the bed and stretched over.