Twila’s husband had rescued them and the couple were in therapy together but Melody needed some too.Gwen was introduced and they took to each other,...both having been abused. Melody’s therapist worked with Gwen and used her as an example of recovering. It was no secret that she and Tom were enjoying sex on a regular basis and that was considered to be an inspiration for the younger woman.After a while Melody indicated she was ready for Tom’s attention. He moved gradually and gently, skillfully. I don’t think I have ever been more proud of my wife than at that moment as I, along with many others, watched her bright white ass undulate through the darkened room.Other than drinks, no one ordered anything, yet before Pam returned an appetizer of some strange concoction arrived at our table. I asked Dave what it was and was told it was impolite to ask such a question in this place.Whatever it was it was delicious. My wife returned and the waiter held her chair as she sat. Dave and I. "How does that feel kiddo?" Okay... okay Blake... kind of weird." His voice betrayed both apprehension and arousal. "I don't know if you should go any farther in though okay?"Blake smiled. "I'm as far as I can go Justin - it's all the way in." It is?" Mmm hmm. And it feels wonderful." Blake was beside himself with lust. The boy's virgin asshole was so incredibly tight, squeezing and massaging his oiled shaft. He began to slide in and out, fucking the boy slowly and gently. And the boy responded. Up. Down. It was hypnotic. And in a shockingly short time, the river had printed out my new arm.I’d customized it to look like my arm. So, the final paint job looked squishy and soft, and settled with a slick, squelching noise that might have been entirely imaginary. While the river worked, Dr. Seasong did his work. The view wasn’t physical, see.Dr. Seasong had put me under.But I wasn’t under.I was floating through the hospital security systems. I wasn’t sure how I’d done it – just ... I’d just.