It was dimly lit inside the club and quiet but for the heavy beat of Chicago Blues from behind a door at the far end of the room. As James approached ...he door he heard another sound and smiled; the sound of a woman groaning and moaning with pleasure; the sound of a woman at the very heights of being fucked, and being fucked very thoroughly indeed. James swung open the door, stepped inside the room and looked to the bar. The music was loud and so the two women in the room did not see him. Our man really loves it when you touch him like this.” Now, that Dad was hard, I took her hand and had it hold him. “This cock is one of the many highs that you will have this week that will more than make up for the lows of going back to that house.”Heather glanced at me, then looked at Dad. She looked down at the catch on the seat belt, unlatched it, leaned over into Dad’s lap. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I assumed that she was kissing Dad’s bulge.When she sat back up, she looked. I then noticed that my left hand was cupping her breast over her bra with her hand over mine. I slowly removed my hand hoping to not wake her and made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. She made her way to the kitchen when I started making bacon. She ate peacefully and we didn't really speak for the rest of the day. Later that night she came to sleep in my bed again and I didn't say anything. We fell asleep just like the night before me on one side and her on the other. I woke up in the. Then he started to walk, slowly but steadily, to the door."Want me to carry you again?" I asked. But I sensed the negative even without his touching me. He was probably right; I knew that doctors placed a big store on getting post-operative patients moving as early as possible, and with his superior feel for his own body's needs and condition he probably didn't have to be told that. I opened the door and let him out.The porch steps were another matter; when he reached them he looked a bit.