The first thing his wife did was pull the curtain.Jack and I visited while he ate; it gave us some private time. The guy’s wife left right after din...er; as soon as she was gone he asked, “Bobbie…would you pull the curtain back please?” While Jack finished his meal, we three talked. The guy got a call then one of Jack’s k**s called; the hospital quieted down but there was still over an hour of visiting time left. I packed everything up, after washing it then, we just talked for a while. Nurses. I wanted every male eye on me wherever I went.My shorts were always tight, super tight. I often wore them without panties, adjusting them so my pussy groove showed. And skirts. The shorter the better. I loved wearing them bare underneath. My pussy was pretty, nice and plump and pink, I wanted guys to see it. I had my mirrors set up so I could see how I looked from the back and I often went to the mall in a short skirt that showed glimpses of my pussy lips from behind, just peeking out as I. I told him to have a good time. He responded by asking how good. I looked him in the eye kissing him again. “Have as good a time as you want to have. I want you to have as much fun as you want to have,” I whispered in his ear.“You too, you have as much fun as you want to have. I love you,” he said walking out the door.When got home from work that night I started packing my bag for the weekend. I packed casual clothes and something dressy if we went out for dinner. I got to my underwear drawer. All of a sudden the doorbell rang. It completely threw Jane, and the orgasm she had been slowly building up to dissolved. Massively irritated, she debated whether to ignore it and try to carry on; but the moment had been lost, and so she though she might as well see who it was. She quickly readjusted her pants, which were still soaked with her pussy juices and walked slightly awkwardly to the door. When she opened it she saw a young man, practically still a teenager. He was about her height and.