“But I,ve only been gone eight hours Jeannie.” I replied. “Eight minutes without you is a life time.” She sighed. “But you,re 336 years old ...so what,s eight hours?” I argued. “Master for 335 years I only existed till you came into my life.” She began to kiss me passionately. “So let,s carry on what we did this morning?” “Okay, but we can,t do it with clothes on!” “No problem master” she folded her arms and quickly nodded her head, there was a melodic sound and we were instantly both naked except. My hard on, which had been starting to subside, now roars back to full strength. I'm no virgin, and I've sucked a few cocks in my days, I'm a bit surprised that he's jerking himself off in public shower, but I'm clearly not turned off in the least.I slowly turn around while slowly stroking my cock, and look him right in the eyes as if to say, “Yeah, I'm turned on too.”We stand there for about a minute, watching each other stroking our cocks when he looks down at his and gives me what I call the. It sounded as though I was in more pain than truly was. I would have screamed, except I feared it would bring the nurses running. I wanted as little to do with them as possible.By the morning of day four I had the bathroom thing figured out. With the aid of the cane and by rolling on my side and swinging my legs onto the floor, I could mostly avoid using the muscle which put pressure on the ribs. Not very medical sounding, I know, but it worked for me. I could make it to the bathroom which was. I began moaning from the second he started to enter me, part was pure pleasure of him making love to me, the other was a bit painfull as Bob was much larger and thicker than my husband or my other lovers, I almost felt like a virgin once again, having sex for the first, as I felt my opening being spread wide open which I quickly overcame with his total enterance in me. All sence of my ladie like apperance faded with my last orgasm as my moaning was non-stop and increased as he pumped his hudge.