" Do I smell bad?" I asked."Yes, Husband," Lena answered, "when your body is working to heal itself, it makes you smell bad." Thank you for bathing me...my sweet wife," I told her. "I love you."She smiled and said she was glad to be my wife, and that she meant to have me cured and just like new.The apples and pears ripened, and we picked and stored as many as we had. We had yellow and red apples and wonderful soft pears. I was used to hard pears where I grew up.I finally healed up to Lena's. Her free hand, the one not clutching her treasures, pushes roughly at lace and then pinches. She is at the foot of the bed then, her placement seemingly coincident, but they both know that it is not. She sits and lays her objects next to her on the bed, and then both hands are rubbing and kneading. Her eyes are closed, her head lolling backward, and she gives a whimper. Both hands are pinching at hidden nipples and then she is grasping all of it, moaning quietly in frustration, before both cups. "Ooh my, nice and big, just the way I like it." We discussed the menu, with appetizers, entrees and desserts and their prices. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the blow job option. We drove to my favorite spot, which was safe and nearby. I handed her $20 and undid my jeans, dropping them down to my ankles. Alexis reached over and held my cock in her left hand. It was growing harder by the minute, especially when she turned in the seat and dropped her head into my lap. Her mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head and started pressing me closer, and I took that to mean that he wants it in my mouth.I put my lips back on the tip of his cock and slowly push it in, getting his head past my lips and more with each bob of my head. I start swirling my tongue in many different directions, playing with what felt best to him. He grabbed the back of my head by my hair and shoved my face down all the way, forcing his cock into my throat. It hurt a little bit, but, who was I.