I was ambulatory, I hadn’t been there long enough for muscles to atrophy, although with what I think are stupid hospital rules, as a patient, I may ...ot walk about, but I should rather have to suffer indignity and be transported everywhere by wheelchair, wherever I might wish to go.I returned to the coma ward, where I looked in on Barbara, I held her hand, while talking to her about getting better and coming into the real world and then we could go out, do things, I thought she might still want. Now that she had someone to share her difficulties with, she felt much better.She followed Helen's car in her own to Helen's house.But it's really crazy, Brenda thought. Two mothers, two friends, both fucking their sons. Who would believe it?She and Brenda believed it, that's who. She wondered how many thousands of other women were in the same situation. How, could you tell anything about people just by looking at them?When they were finally inside Helen's house, the blonde brought a bottle of. I felt such a profound oedipal rush. Consensually fucking my ‘physically’ neglected, hottie parent would be not only a cure-all for her. It would be a benefit for me as well. My ex girlfriend had been blue-balling me for a month. I silently glided toward her.“Good morning,” I softly greeted, leaning into her.“Good morning, Eddie,” she managed to reply as my thick, hard, pulsating cock was nestled along her ass-groove while I inclined to give her an innocent peck on her left facial cheek. I. The lights are dimmed, you are staring at my body with avid interest. The beautiful big breasts I've carried all the years since my teens are not as perky as they once were, but time hasn’t been so harsh. Or perhaps the fact that I did not bear a child factors into it more. My stomach though no longer flat, is rounded, my thighs flare out in womanly fashion. There is nothing in your eyes that tells me you are displeased or turned off by what you gaze at.You seem unsure though, so I take the.