Elaine leaned back, her head resting on the wall and sighed deeply as Tracy worked her tongue over the open cunt."Ohhh... that's fabulous Tracy... mmn...nn... nice." As I humped Tracy, I forced her mouth in to Elaine's crotch. Now I had two women groaning with every thrust of my hips. Tracy was on the verge of cumming, she had her hand on her fanny and was rubbing her clit as I fucked her. As I gripped Tracy's hips, I ran my thumb down her arse crack to her arsehole, I was so tempted to slip it in. And I thought about going home with him, and I thought about him leaving me and having to do it all alone and barely knowing the first thing about being a single mother- a jobless, friendless, 20-year-old single mother. My mouth stayed shut. Two of the nurses wheeled me into what I guess was the operating room. My pulse was checked and then a needle went into the catheter. I was asked to count backward from 10. I remember getting to six. When I woke up, I felt like I was made out of lead. I. But she also needed people and life around her... as if getting people to stay with Cindy was a problem -- just the opposite!There were a host of other things, but the bottom line was that while life would never be normal again, she would live! The really good news was that about 50 percent of heart transplant patients were still alive 10 years later. One had made it longer than 25 years!It's funny, after staring death in the face for so long, you just don't think about what those number mean.. “You think you could help me with my back?” she asked, while unscrewing the lid of the lotion. I paused the YouTube video I was watching and stood up without answering. She walked to her room and I followed. She opened up her bra and held onto it with her hands cupping her breast. I put some lotion on my hands and started rubbing it out on her skin. I got it down to the bottom of back and touched the top of her nickers. I dragged my hands up along the sides of her and felt the curvature of her.