I mean my husband?" I would have toremember who I now appeared to be and to choose my words morecarefully. If I said I wasn't Pamela they would think ...me crazy andbrain damaged that was for sure!The smiling nurse answered my question. "He's okay. Your husband isgoing to be just fine, like you. He's over on the other side, in themen's wing." Can-can I see him?" That's up to your doctor. He should be here shortly. In the meantime,do you have to go to the bathroom or anything? Is there anything. I know it must have been uncomfortable, both with me and Marge and also because you went to see Carla. I know she hurt you deeply and I know you wouldn’t have gone there without a very good reason.’ John wriggled uncomfortably, he didn’t really like to talk about Carla,but since Terry had brought it up he replied, ‘You’re right, I didn’t like it, but I didn’t know where else to go.’ John feelings for Carla were still confused, even though they had been apart for nearly four years. He still. He banged it to and fro against the side of my mouth and then prized the latter open roughly with his fingers.Whilst he was doing this at my head, Mousey was squeezing and sucking my breasts, and Van Dyke was sticking two fingers up my ass whilst with his other hand opening up my cunt with his fingers so his tongue to do its evil work inside my love canal.It didn’t take long for me to start moving on that bench with my legs widening and my feet banging on it’s supports. My hands reached up for. I leaned forward to nibble at her pussy lips, to lick them open. I wanted my mouth on her, on those moist folds, feeling them swell with pleasure beneath my tongue, but she moved away. On the counter she cut a lemon in half then reached for a bottle of honey. My stomach did a little flip flop of anticipation. She sat down on my lap, straddling me. My cock, thick and full of pumping hot blood, strained to get closer to her wet opening but she kept herself only close enough to tease it's head,.