Beth, short for Elizabeth, was hospitalized for almost a year and during that time I visited her daily, bringing my schoolwork along and hers as she w...s allowed and encouraged to study during her convalescence and therapy. Mostly we sat silent and didn't talk till we had done our quantum satis and then we told each other of the days happenings.Beth mostly talked about the progress she was making in rebuilding the strength and mobility in her leg and arm, I think most of it was wishful thinking. I was surprised by the taste of my cum. It was sweet. We started to kiss heavier as my cock slowly went down. He was practically shoving his tongue down my throat. Just then we heard something move. I peeked around the corner. It was the janitor. He couldn't see us like this. Mr. Ryan would be fired! "Grab your stuff and follow me," Mr. Ryan whispered. I threw on my clothes and grabbed my backpack. I followed Mr. Ryan through a back door and to his car. He had a small black Toyota Camry. He. .?" She asked, her gaze traveling down my body."Uh huh," I answered. Her eyes fluttered. She slipped her panties off and pulled her shirt up. I'd seen her vagina before in flashes when we were changing or whatever. Tonight it seemed prettier than I remembered. My mouth watered a little looking at her down there. What was happening to me! I'm not a lesbian! But all I could think about was squeezing evry droplet out of her shiny vagina. She diddled with one finger, lightly on her clit with tiny. “One more little bump and I will be in,” she said in a calming voice. I felt the pressure of her second knuckle against the outside of my anus. My mind was screaming, please, put your entire finger in. Once more I pushed back against her finger trying to help. I could feel the pressure of her knuckle as it tried to force its way in then suddenly the second knuckle slide into my bum. Rubbing my back, she softly said, “That’s it, I’m in, now just relax. I just need to feel your prostate to make.