He couldn’t see how it would be any of her business whether his wife was helping ‘relieve any of his stress and frustration.’ But, at the same t...me, something compelled Robert to answer her anyway. “No…no she hasn’t been.” He couldn’t believe he just told this beautiful young woman this. He couldn’t even remember if he had ever really noticed her name all the times he had purchased his lunch from her. And here he was telling her about his private sex life, or at least lack of a sex life. It was. I don’t know what to do about it.”Melba turned towards her friend, “Well, you’re talking to the right person. You know that even though I’m five years older than you are my sex life is fucking great! Let’s see what we can do to get years revved up again.”Trixie sighed, “I’d sure like it to be and maybe Frank would too. We just don’t even talk about it.”The older woman said with conviction, “You need something different to spice up your banging.”The housewife sighed again, “We’ve tried doing it. ”The doctored paused for a minute to let all this sink in then added, “Also, you might like to know that the Clinic has a lovely Chapel on the next level if anyone feels like they might need the peace and solace such a room might offer.”Bjorn put his hand up and asked, “So, do you know how long it will take to deliver the baby and how long will it take to know whether baby or mother have any real chance of survival?”The doctor paused thoughtfully before answering with, “Well, we’re not really. We share a blanket to help keep us warm. I slowly run my fingers over your shirt, teasing your breast. Your nipple tries to strain through the material. I start to tease it more and more, making it harder and harder. Your breathing quickens and deepens. Sliding my hand under your shirt, your rock hard nipple feels so good. You start to squirm and moan. You move to try and get a little more comfortable. Your legs start to move, as you stimulate your clit by your movements. You sneak your hand.