You try to sit up, but your arms are too weak. You rest your head on the pillow, trying to remember what happened to you. Your hand feels funny, like ...here is something pulling on it. You lift it up and look at it. It is bandaged, and there is a tube sticking into the bandage. You follow the tube with your eyes to a bag filled with clear fluid hanging from a hook. IV drip. You must be in a hospital. You turn and look the other direction, but the left side of your bed is enclosed by a white. They also came from inside me where something was moving exquisitely from the motions of the hips pressed between my legs. I responded, sleepily, by rocking my hips and grinding against the hot flesh that kept touching mine. Soon, my lover's response began to match mine and we were pressing our crotches together. It was then that I realized that my pussy was being stroked and kissed by another pussy and that the fullness was a double-headed dildo we were sharing. The pleasure was so great, I. I enter the commons area and began scanning about with my eyes as I went towards the hall that would lead me back to my office. At this time of day, it was lunch time for the staff and students of Fencer High School here in Glendale, Arizona and there were various staff and students going about. Some were heading out for lunch while others were either sitting in various parts of the area or down in the cafeteria. I watched the students closely for any signs of misbehavior or dress code. He started rubbing his thumbs into her soles, and moving from her heel up to her pads. My wife looked over at me, and I smiled back. She finished her drink, and told him how good he was making her feel. She then lifted her left foot up, and playfullly told him he shouldn't forget her other foot. Nicely and slowly, he undid that buckle, and slid her left heel off. He then grabbed onto both of her ankles to hold her feet together, and lifted them up right in front of his face so that he could.