There.She was about nineteen, he guessed, short dark hair, choker, bright red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She was the perfect height for him being ab...ut five feet seven, and was wearing a short leather skirt and plain white top. He could see her nipples poking through the top so no bra. He wondered if she was wearing panties. He would soon find out. For now he would call her Slut.Slut was dancing with another girl, gazing lovingly into her eyes. They had were just coming together into a kiss,. His hands stroked her auburn hair as the kiss deepened and became a tongue wrestling match. She hadn’t realised how desperate she was for a lover and knew he was feeling the same. She could feel the swollen mass between his legs pressing against her own pubic mound and she could feel the wetness on the string of her bikini bottom. She tingled as his hand moved over her bare shoulder blade and eased round to massage the swelling breast through the bikini top. Their heads twisted this way. I sucked the swollen crown and then started licking along the length of his pulsating shaft. I moved my tongue up and down the length of his engorged manhood, feeling excited with every horny stroke of my tongue over his cock. I could feel my pussy heating up, and my cunt juices began to flow. Any thought of my own husband, wide awake in my bedroom, evaporated from my mind. All I was aware of was a mammoth hardness so lovingly trapped between my soft lips, a thick index finger moving in and out. We talked and I explained to her what I had told James about my heart attack and no she would not have to come down to take care of me. I was fine and well taken care of. I told her I would call tomorrow to assure her I was alright. Sally is a nurse and she fusses after me. I told her I would call when Nancy the nurse came to see me tomorrow and she could talk to her then to verify that I was alright.I had a nurse, Nancy Summers, which I flirted with at the hospital who said she would come by.