. in pain, lonely, hungry for female companionship and feeling very sorry for myself, when Ardis shows up for her appointed rounds. She'd heard about ...he accident, as she lived in the neighborhood and people talk. She brought me some food, which was very thoughtful, as I could barely feed myself, much less go shopping (I lost 15 lbs. in those eight weeks. When you're on crutches, you can't even carry a cup of coffee, much less prepare food.)I'm watching TV as she cleans the house, waving her. I flooded him again as well as the sheets. His sperm was like hot lava and I knew I would always want more. He filled me to overflowing since there was not much room in my packed pussy. Finally slowing down it was like neither of us wanted it to end. Even as he started to withdraw his semi hard cock it was a tight fit and hesitated to come out of me. As it popped out I felt so empty. I made my way to the bathroom to clean up some and he did the same. We climbed back into bed and held each. It wasn’t long before I was pumping my cock up and down at a pretty good pace. Precum started leaking from the mouth of my cock and started to make a stream towards the toilet. I put my other hand under the stream, caught it and rubbed it over the head of my raging hardon while my other hand kept the same rhythm as my rapidly beating heart. My hips started to buck back and forth, all on their own, and I felt my load move from my balls and into the base of my shaft. I slowed my pace and started. I am nervous and my heart is racing as a walk down the hall. Here I am, knowing that I am going to have the opportunity to touch your wife, fondle her body, stroke the smooth white inner thighs that I have already seen in photos. I am going to actually be touching this woman with her husband's encouragement...no, encouragement. I knock and Dave opens the door. He seems just as excited as I am. I nod and quickly forget about my nerves when I see Pamela, sitting on the chair by the table near.