"Don't they have anything out about nephews and aunts?"Shortly after I arrived home to fix up a dinner for Martha, she called me from work. She'd been... invited to a retirement dinner being held for someone in her department, and decided we should go. I was to meet her at the subway ticket window at the Columbus Circle subway station. "And dress nice," she said, "you need a coat and tie to get into the place."Ah, New York. Nothing like last-minute, crisis-level planning. Columbus Circle was on. The taboo nature of what was happening had memore turned on than I had ever been. While sucking on her breasts, I reach down and worked myhand into her skirt. As I tried to push my hand through thewaistband, she took a deep breath. It was still a tight fitso I could barely get a few fingers in. She reached down andunzipped the side and then pushed her skirt off. I reacheddown, grabbed either side of her panties and pulled themdown and off. I reached for her pussy and found it drippingwet. She. This had massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, waxing….it had it all. While she was frustrated sexually, this was by far the most wonderful gift she had ever received. Besides, those morning fingers had promised something and she knew it would come for her very soon. She could wait and she had learned how wonderful waiting could be. ‘I imagine you will be in Portland for a while. Hopefully I will beat you home tonight and we can have a decent dinner together. Gotta run. Happy birthday and I. "I'm not surprised you're sore. I'll get you some painkillers in a moment. That was quite an accident. You just relax." She removed the thermometer, checked the temperature, and smiled her pleasure. "I'll be right back."Maybe nurses were like dentists, capable of understanding you even when your mouth was full and you mumbled. Jeez I was sore. My right forearm felt heavy and thick. My mind wasn't very sharp. My right leg burned in several distinct spots.Why was I in hospital? Ah, yes. Accident..