It was the 'goth girl' that had stuck her tongue out at me that first day, well, she walked in and I am sure she didn't notice, she always kept her he...d down and never had any friends. I had learned that her name was Cynthia but she liked to be called Sin, I never understood that, she was very pretty despite the heavy black make-up and cut up jeans with safety pins. The next day she came over to my table during recess, "Hey your name is Danielle right?" I looked up from my lunch and nodded,. Bob's left hand was a different story. He had regained complete motion in his thumb and first two fingers. His ring finger was freely movable, but had very little strength. Nobody had any way to know whether or not it would ever gain significant strength. His little finger was essentially useless. As a compromise, the doctor had shaped it in a curve which fit the forestock on my shotgun. I thought that this was a joke until Bob showed me how it helped him to hold the shotgun, even though his. He looked to be in his early twenties and was probably a local college student. He had his hands all over her as he followed her onto the bed. Soon this guy was banging my wife from behind with a vengeance as they moaned in ecstasy. I thought I would be jealous, but instead I was extremely turned on. The more my wife enjoyed it, the more arousing it was for me. My cock was so hard it hurt. They paused briefly to change to the missionary position and I heard my wife say, "You'd better hurry. She was teasing him, making him want her more. He leaned towards her and kissed her back softly as he began to slide the dress from her shoulders. Jolene felt her dress fall to the floor and Danny's lips on her back. She let out a soft moan as she felt his hands reach around to squeeze her breasts gently. His kiss turned into more a nibble as he continued feeling her breasts, pinching at her nipples through the silky cloth. She reached back and unfastened her bra, allowing Danny to peel it away.