"Your bleed was very bad but turned out to be manageable and because your family doctor was present when your crisis occurred, any long term damaged t... your brain was averted. You should be fine, soon."It took that long for my head to catch up to my ears. He'd called me Brian. I was still me – well – the new me, not the old me. The relief that news brought me caused me to smile and the doctor must have thought I was responding to his telling me Rebecca managed to keep me from being brain. ‘I mean, from other people.’ ‘Eh. I don’t care. But you never told me that before, so maybe I’m minting? I remember how I would always tell you I think you’re pretty, and you’d just laugh. You never said anything nice in return, ever.’ ‘I didn’t? Oh, that was so rude of me. I should have…’ ‘Don’t worry your head about it, love. I know I’m not a pretty flower like you. Maybe I don’t wanna be. Plus, I have other talents.’ Betty fell silent. She heard the years of neglect and disenfranchisement in. “so” I groaned. “how does this work?’“you are going to take me into the bedroom and fuck me silly. Then we rest up and do it all again”She took me by the hand and led me to her bed. She slid open a drawer and took out a tube of astro glide and rubbed some onto my swollen member. “I know this is new to you but just do what feel right stud” she laid back on the bed and opened her legs. I knelt between her legs and spread them enough that I could get in. With little effort I slid into her. She felt his hands on her pubic mound as Garrett gently parted the outer labia once again. Becky’s knees drew up in reflex and dropped to the sides, in a silent invitation for him. Garrett quickly found her clit and massaged it, firmly but gently. He inserted the index finger of his other hand into her canal and thrust it in and out. After some time he turned his palm upward and massaged the ribbed sensitive spot on the upper wall in the same rhythm as the clit.He settled himself between.