Struck, it to my amazement looked just like my college girlfriend Alicia from 10 years ago. She did give and love to give me head back then and I had ...antasied about watching her suck cock. I told them I would gladly film for them if I was allowed to pick her up and she sucked me on the way, then I would film, she would suck me after and I could take her back to my room for a few hours before returning her. Also I was shy and needed to be discrete so would were dark glasses and a hoodie, she. I didn't think the stories I read that day and subsequently over the next weeks were written by guys masquerading as woman writers. I'd thought they couldn't have all been impersonators and as a result my knowledge of the female attitude and participation in sexual events expanded exponentially.One day I'd almost finished an interesting story but had to return to work before the end. That afternoon when I got home I found it and sat in the driveway as I finished it.When I got into the kitchen. Right now he felt like he was headed for my throat from the underside. His dick filled my entire insides. I didn't want to let him out, but it felt so good to slide down him again, and this time I swear he got it even farther in!After a bit I slid my hands up over his. There's something about the feel of your breasts, so soft, so firm, so utterly female. Squeeze them the right way and your insides come to life. His hands went to my waist to hold me, and then one hand went up. My freed hand went. I was able to walk, I informed her, "It's just that the hospital staff insisted that I ride until I was outside and officially out of their hands." She nodded and kept on steering and pushing. I was thrilled to be her "poor, poor man."Finally out of the wheelchair, we walked, albeit me a trifle weakly, to her car. It felt good to feel the sun on my face, and feeling it with a pretty woman to share it made it special."Where are we headed now?" I asked."My house. It's not far. I need to..." She.