She told my wife she remembered the last time she made love, it was her 50th Birthday, and told Mel she missed it terribly.Mel relayed this back to me... saying she felt sorry for her, and asked if I would help her out; Mel then told Ann in private that if she fancied a “cuddle” I was there for her.That evening Ann seemed to have had a few more than normal wines, she asked if she could join us for a nightcap, I got a bottle of wine and 3 glasses and we made our way to our room.We sat on the bed. She was restricted by her casts from wanking my cock but managed to rub it and squeeze some pre-cum out. Jill's nipples were rock hard by this time and I sucked each one into my mouth in turn. Chewing ever so gently on each to get them harder still. Jill moaned with pleasure and arched her back thrusting her boobs upwards towards me. I spend minutes on each nipple sucking it into my mouth, swiping my tongue around it and softly munching it to a harder state. Jill moaned and writhed as I paid. I dug in my handbag and found his number. His name was Dr Byron Mohle.My hands were shaking as I dialled his number. A deep, calm voice answered. I explained my problem. He said it sounded serious and asked if I could come immediately. He wasn't at his surgery but would be happy to see me at home. I was so relieved, I agreed. Somehow I made it in one piece.A tall, distinguished man with dark hair opened the door. He took one look at me and immediately put his arms round my shoulders and led me. "Sally was shivering now, her eyes wide and her mouth making little gasping movements, like she couldn't decide whether to breath or speak and was able to do neither.He waited, patiently, his eyes locked on hers, sending her peaceful thoughts, flooding her with love, willing her to trust him, to believe in him.She shuddered, her whole body shaking, then closed her eyes and seemed to get a grip on herself. When she opened her eyes again, still face to face with James, she nodded.James smiled at.