Smooth and soft, but the kiss was rough. I wrenched my eyes open--they'd closed in defense to the shove--to see an impossible sight. Patricia was ho...lding my wrists against the wall, pushing her body against mine. She kissed me again, not releasing my limbs. "What's going on? Are you drunk?" I asked when I could breathe again. Patricia released my wrists and stepped away from me. "I did offer to help, didn't I?" "Again, what's going on?" She sighed and started pacing, "Okay, what I tell you. The ward I’d been on following my operation had been a depressing place. There’d been three other men there, none of whom made great conversation partners. One of them was three-quarters deaf and had apparently left his ear trumpet at home. Just as you’d dozed off, you could rely on one of the nurses bellowing out loud about the need for him to take his medication, have yet more blood drawn, or have his catheter seen to. Another man was, as far as I could ascertain, an ostensibly recovering. ‘a bit’ I replied, it was now gone four, I’d been walking with him for two hours!He put his arm around my waist, but I flinched and he took it away, looking a bit put out.I reached out for his hand and placed his arm back around my waist, my arm around him too, I gave him a smile and we carried on walking, I would have thought Jess would be about fit to drop, but she kept fetching sticks for us to throw, retrieve and repeat, way too much energy I thought.‘looks like my stop’ I joked as we. “Gary! What ahhh,” her body reacted to the tongue that slid between her swollen lips. The woman was mesmerized by the pussy in front her. She kissed it, worshipped it... made love to it like it was her life’s purpose to do so. Moans escaped her as she sucked on the fleshy folds of Carla’s pussy, she paused, “You…taste,” she sucked harder, “So…fucking…good!” “A woman!” Carla tore off the blindfold and stared between her legs. What she saw there didn’t repulse her; such beauty could never repulse.