I also signed paperwork refusing a catheter. Worst case scenario, they'd have to deal with me in adult diapers, but I was getting sick of tubes going ...nto and coming out of my bladder. I told him I thought he should keep me out of the ICU unless I was actually dying. He agreed, though wasn't sure how enforceable that would be if I started spewing blood everywhere again.Once that was done, I begged leave to take a shower, and he agreed to ask the nurses to arrange that once I'd been transferred. Reggie would barely keep quiet himself, but he was good at this. He was stroking faster now. His right hand was rubbing his prick while his left hand was retrieving tissues from a pocket of his sweater. Reggie slipped the tissues under his sweater, and held them against the head of his cock. He jerked with swift, short strokes, watching intently as the red head had a dildo stuck into her pussy. She was muffling her mouth with a hand as the other girl pulled the dildo out, sucked on it, then. I just figured they didn't want to have anything to do with an old woman with a kid."Not that I really worried about it, I have to admit," she continued. "I hurt for a long time after Troy died. Sex wasn't something I was interested in and I had Jack for companionship. When I finally got around to thinking about sex again there were the money problems and it started looking like I was going to have more sex than I ever wanted." Yep, just like me," Anne agreed. Then she sighed, "It must me nice. The only way I could describe the feeling was that my labia wrapped around the bottom of the bedpost, closing around it like a zipper, securing safely the item deep inside. The tightening of my lips around the base always made me moan. But as I moved upward, my body would be so aroused finally, my clit would pop out as my pussy lips stretched over the thick roundness to release the hold. I flicked my clit with my fingers as I finally began fucking my bedpost in a moving rhythm that I had.