He had been on the ward for about a month when he was transferred to one of the private rooms under my care. He was recovering from a cycling accident... as far as I could tell he had been training for a cycling race when he was hit by a car. He didn't speak about his accident but he had cruched ribs and was more or less immobile until they healed. I used to make sure I was the one who did the bulk of the caring for Mr Bartholemew, I told myself it was because it was important to his healing to. "Inwardly I cursed myself. Mother? Now he'd never come near me.He fell silent, contemplating what he had just said, deciding how best to dismiss me and my disquieting revelations.I wasn’t beneath some mild emotional blackmail. "It might... make me feel less self-conscious, you know if you did?" The thought that he might actually take me up on it and shed his clothes under the hypnotic moonlight made me weak with desire.He appeared to consider this but drew a different conclusion. "Tell you. . you know ... gone all the way before."Ken found this very hard to believe. "A virgin?" he asked. "Here?" I think so," she said, the naughty smile back on her face.Ken shook his head sternly. "No way in hell," he said. "It's not possible for a man to spend two years in an accredited university without getting laid. Even if it is TCU." Wanna bet?" she asked sweetly."You're on," he said. "What are the stakes?"She reached out and touched his face, sliding her soft fingertip from his ear to his. I turned back to Heather and said, “How can I serve you?”Heather smiled warmly, stood up and crossed the room to give me the strongest hug she could manage. She kissed me briefly, smiled up at me, and said “Let’s go plow my mom’s hairy, wet pussy.”We returned to the living room a few minutes later, and I found Linda sitting back on the couch in a sheer teddy. She had no bottom on, and Heather’s description of her pussy was quite accurate – very hairy, but trimmed at the edges.“Aaron, start by.