I have to admit, there has been some slight improvement. The main thing I notice, is that I don't need to write a note on my hand to remind me to chec... the file every morning. I also know where I keep the coffee now. I don't have to search for it as I did when I first came out of the hospital. So here is what I think so far," I said. "I think things I do everyday tend to stay with me. What would happen if I didn't make coffee for a month is anybody's guess." Well the thing about waking up and. Resigning myself, I exhaled and opened the door, stepping out onto thepavement. As one of my new legs extended out, making contact with theheel of the boot, I could hear the officer give a wolf whistle."Lordy be!" he shouted.As I pulled myself out and stood up on the soft feminine legs that werenow my own, I looked over at him. He looked to be in his early fifties,paunchy and a bit out of shape. Butterflies began to flutter in mystomach as I watched his eyes travel up my legs, from the tips of. I knelt down behind her and slipped a finger into her pussy, then removed it and used the mixture of her juices and Bill’s left over cum to lubricate her ass. Once her bum was good and wet I slid my cock back inside her pussy and started a steady stroke. Then I put my middle finger against her backside and slowly worked it inside. I matched the rhythm of my cock and my finger until we had reached a stead pace, then I worked a second finger into her hole. I could feel her trembling slightly. " And she kissed me.Her smile broadened. "Housework. We spent yesterday playing with our friends. We need to get some things done. So we can go play again today."We split the chores, making short work of spiffing up a house that the two of us kept quite neat on the worst of days. That was the way we'd always done it, from the first days when we were just a couple of people isolated in the footprint of hurricane devastation. Now it was just the way we shared our little house.Little? Yes,.