Quickly she stuffed the photograph back into the wallet and pulled herself together.After breakfast she quickly showered and walked into the bedroom t... see what clothes Marie had sent. On opening the wardrobe she was astounded to find that she did not recognise any of the clothes, and they all had new labels. She spent a happy half hour going through each item until she selected what to wear. She choose a knee length suede skirt and matching jacket with a red silk camisole top, and matching. She was lucky to be married to Thomas. She was very well aware of that! There were not many men that would have been as open and accepting of their wife having another man's baby, but Thomas was not the typical, run of the mill man, or husband, and for that she was grateful. Not many men would have gone along with her idea to have an African man's baby, instead of her husbands c***d; but that's what made Thomas so wonderful; and such a treasure.She stood up, arching her back from having been. The car-hop brought her order and she paid the busty tough-looking girl and left a tip on the tray. Absent-mindedly, she switched on the radio and let herself be bombarded with the raucous sound of a top twenty pop station. The acid-etched memory of her mother with that horrible Marlowe man blazed in her mind like a neon billboard... her own mother, John Barrett's widow, sprawled nakedly across the bedspread like a central character in some five-dollar porno movie... pot-bellied, balding Jerry. ’ ‘You ever have your prostate stimulated, soldier?’ ‘No.’ ‘There’s something else for me to do on your next treatment.’ ‘You really want me to reinjure myself, nurse?’ ‘No, but I think you need more treatments anyway.’ ‘Oh nurse…I think all the bad stuff is about to come out,’ I hissed with need. Elly stopped touching me completely. My dick twitched, but didn’t cum. More precum surged to the top. She just watched until my cock stopped twitching. ‘Stand up,’ Elly said. ‘Why?’ ‘I want to do.