It sounded as though I was in more pain than truly was. I would have screamed, except I feared it would bring the nurses running. I wanted as little t... do with them as possible.By the morning of day four I had the bathroom thing figured out. With the aid of the cane and by rolling on my side and swinging my legs onto the floor, I could mostly avoid using the muscle which put pressure on the ribs. Not very medical sounding, I know, but it worked for me. I could make it to the bathroom which was. Of course. I’m a guy. Eighty or fifteen. I respond to things like that. I responded to Beca. I was shocked still, though, when she pulled my hand inside her coat to her breast. It was ... not quite a handful. I mean, a nice puff on her chest capped by a very hard little nipple that I could feel right through her lightweight bra and blouse. “Beca?” I gasped as I reflexively squeezed her little nubbin between my fingers. She Frenched me a little deeper and then pulled away.“Now you’ve felt the. While working his balls, I took my hand as slowly stroked his cock. A minute later I took his cock back into my mouth, working my head up and down. I was really getting into it. I was able to deep throat his cock, but I did gag a few times. Again Greg was running his fingers though my hair and raising his hips to meet each plunge of my mouth on his cock. We built up a pretty good rhythm and I could tell by his moans and panting that he was getting close. Moments later he said: "This feels so. ”“Wow, babe, what if he’d walked in?” I asked.“Then he would have seen your wife naked! I wanted him to!” Christy whispered, “I deliberately left my bra and thong on the bed, hoping that he would touch them.”“Perfect, babe,” I panted.“I got on the bed and covered myself up with the towels,” Christy said softly, “I was trembling, and I was naked on his bed with just two towels covering my naked body.”“Tell me more, babe,” I urged.“I climaxed when I heard him come back into the bedroom, Gary,”.