Every time he bumped against the cast, he apologized. He just didn't know what to do with it. I had painted my toenails green. Rick didn't pay them an... attention. His attention was concentrated on my tits and face, then- between my legs. The cast was an obstacle to Rick. I had to tell him what to do with it. As a whole, the fucking was good but during it, I was thinking about Steven. Somehow, Rick understood. Before he left, he faced me and said:"I hope to keep friends with you, Tiffany." I. “Good,” she purred.I was starting to feel panicky with confusion. While my body was melting with anticipation, my conscience was valiantly fighting against surrendering. Social conditioning dictated that, although it may be acceptable to have a female lover if I kept it discreet, I would be branded the worst kind of deviant to even consider enjoying what Maitena was doing to me. “I don’t think I want to do this.”“Move your hand away.” I slowly lifted my hand and put it on my knee. She peered. " British?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow."Of course, of course. His uncle's in the House of Lords." My, my," I said, trying to look impressed. "Is this his career, the army?" Perhaps." She tasted a small cake. "He had several children from his first marriage, two boys in the army now. One's out in India." Think of that," I said as our legs touched, accidentally perhaps, my knee between hers."In fact, I've not had time to meet many people, he's been so busy."I slid my hand up her stockinged thigh. I relented though and she smiled her radiant smile and kissed me.As it turned out she went into labor almost on time for her morning show. I was of course home that early in the morning so after calling her doctor I drove her to the hospital.There were two mics in the birthing room she was going to use but they were out of the way so I didn't say anything about it. The technician did stay outside with a small control board and the transmitter. I was surprised the hospital would allow even that.