Kathy wanted to pinch him. Crap, Eileen is probably the only woman in the retreat who's wearing a bra. Now how do we talk her into taking it off? I ca...'t just tell her to get rid of it so my husband can lust after her tits and douse her with pheromones. Darn it, Bill, she's pretty as can be, and as far as we've been able to tell, she has a great personality, not to mention that she's sharp as a tack. Of course, we all knew she was intelligent since she's managed to become a commercial pilot.As. Not very medical sounding, I know, but it worked for me. I could make it to the bathroom which was about all the movement I was up to. I considered it a great victory at the time.By the afternoon of that day, I was ready to try walking down the hall for the first time. I rolled onto my side with some pain, but not nearly as much as sitting up in the bed caused. Then I swung my legs over the side and used the cane to lever myself upright. Yeah it was ugly, but it had me sitting on the side of. Nico gathered her kilt in her hands, slowly revealing the pale flesh of her thighs, the serpent tattoo that started on her left hip and rose towards her abdomen, and the black cotton of her panties. She pulled my face to her crotch and I stared at it. "Kiss it," she commanded. I pressed my lips against the dry fabric. Nico shifted and I felt soft yielding flesh under the panties. Her musk filled my nose and I became light-headed. I kissed her again, my mouth open slightly and her hips rose. Several hours later, the wreckage of a meal that had cost several cattle and a large salmon their lives littered the table. ‘I trust y’all will excuse me,’ I slurred, apparently brain-damaged by prolonged exposure to Jenny and the bottles she kept retrieving from the wine cellar. Hunter helped me rise to my feet, and then I worked my way along the now-busy bar to the restrooms. Thanks to careful nursing of my drinks, I was only buzzed rather than hammered. I had no idea how the men were still.