Letting go of your wrists, your hands immediately go for your waist, grabbing your shirt, you pull it over your head. I reach with my hands for your ...reast. You craddle my head, digging your nails into my skin. Your breathing has gotten much deeper and sweat has begin to form on your skin. Clawing at my back, you begin to pull up my shirt, exposing my skin. Placing both hands on my chest you push me away from the wall to the bed.Knocking me over onto my back, you straddle me on the bed. . "Just hold on, girl." he told his patient.Paul came to a stop just outside the light. He could still feel a strong link to his body on the operating table. He wanted to reach the light so badly, yet he knew he couldn't leave his life behind.With that thought, the light receded, and he accelerated back the way he had come.He awoke to dull feeling of pain across his chest. He was dimly aware of being in a bed with various things strapped to him. Paul cracked open his eyes and saw Mandy and Anne. "Bill watched as his wife reached for her purse, opened it, and withdrew a handful of individually wrapped condoms. He could even read the brand name as she put them on the dresser a few inches in front of the clock radio that wasn't just a clock radio. He sat there as though he was carved in stone, watching as she ripped open one of the packages and removed the thin latex condom inside.The young man stood there and watched silently as she suddenly knelt in front of him and rolled the condom. He put his arms around her and kissed her again, their nude bodies pressing against each other, her breasts crushed against his chest. Without a word, he broke the kiss and guided her into the shower, stepping in behind her. The water ran over them, making each other slippery to the touch. Looking around, he found her bottle of shampoo and gestured for her to wet her hair. Once she had done this, he took her head in his hands and bent it slightly back so he could squeeze a bit of shampoo into.