I had a vague idea of what had happened to me, both the cause of the injury and what they had been doing about it, but all I knew was that they were g...tting my legs ready for prosthetics. I hadn’t made any medical decisions, up to that point. Anyway, to keep things moving, let’s skip to after the last surgery, when I finally woke up enough to interact with the world around me. Valerie was there. She was curled up in a chair beside my bed, reading a magazine.I had seen her several times since. He pulls off the rest exposing his very very large uncut half erect cock. His balls hanging low as his large ten inch plus cock limping down. My eyes are liked focused on it. Too big for me period. The wife gets on her knees next to me, holds his cock out and starts stroking it in my face. She talks about how big it is and how full of cum it is. Im watching it get larger by the stroke. She teases him until he has a full erection. Okay omg the biggest penis I have ever seen in my life. A foot. I feel her tongue, loving and busy against me, and I clench my fist in her hair as I inch closer to a powerful orgasm. As I’m about to lose myself in my girl’s affection, the noise of the restaurant suddenly imposes on our quiet interlude as the main door to the bathroom opens. We hear someone come in, and then the noise fades as the door swings closed. My girl startles, but I give her a stern look and hold her head to keep her still and exactly where I put her. I lean forward a little to see. Reaching into the glove compartment she pulled out the half of a bottle of raspberry vodka she had purchased last Monday and took a big sip. She needed something to settle her nerves. She took a second drink before returning it to its hideaway. It was time to leave.Starting the car she slowly backed out of the makeshift driveway and noticed the curtains on the old shake were moving. That must be who called the police. Angry at them for causing her more stress she shook her fist at whomever may.