I began to think whether I should let this behavior develop any more since there were obviously risks to consider. However, she was such a gorgeous gi...rl that I let a certain body part color my behavior. I began to consider whether I could "help" her sleep a little longer the next time she visited so there would be no fear of her waking up suddenly. I did some research and purchased some illicit drugs which would be safe but also would guarantee a solid 10 hours of sleep without her waking up.. It did not! My cock was the hardest it ever was during that night. And it made Lenora enjoy it more too, knowing I was watching her and helpless. She told me this, years later. We had not spoken about what happened that night after the wedding. I did not want to bring it up to her and I thought she was embarrassed by it. So, we just forgot about it. I assumed it was a one time thing, until a couple of months later after that wedding night. We were invited to a brunch on a Saturday in early. I thought the noise of her power hose hitting the metal would wake the corridor. She was peeing for so long I began to wonder if the bin would be big enough to hold it all, but the flow finally eased and stopped. I emptied the bin in the toilet, and brought back a bath towel to soak up the pee that had already flooded the tiled floor of the bedroom. To try and keep her hydrated, I managed to get mum to drink a large glass of water, before she collapsed back into oblivion.It was not until. “I don’t want to insult you or, well, whatever, but my dad was killed a while ago and, with insurance and stuff, mom and I got, well, more money than we know what to do with. So, we don’t have to worry about stuff like that.” I was actually a little nervous about saying it but it was said.“I don’t want to take your money.” A serious expression crossed her face.“Listen, you want to be a nurse to help people, right?A shrug and a nod.“So, when we want to have a good time, we can, and not worry.