The room was nothing special just a king size bed with a chest of drawers either side. But sat on the bed was my wife holding a glass of wine.John soo...n entered and began chatting to my wife as Susan pulled down my pants and boxers. I took off my shirt and unbuttoned Susan's blouse before unhooking her bra. I forgot about my wife for a second as I tried to take Susan's ample breasts in my hands. She had to be an F cup at least. Susan quickly sunk her head into my lap and swallowed my cock as I. Forgot to duck.Her hands rose; for a moment it was unclear if she was going to hit me or hug me, and unsure whether it was safe to do either. Finally, she placed her hands on the pillow, leaned forward, and kissed my forehead hard.“What were you doing in Gaza?” she said, her face over mine.I typed.You know. I can’t. Tell you. Hear attack on the news?She nodded.Sorry.“Don’t be.” She wiped her cheeks. “Joshua, I was so worried...”I squeezed her hand gently.I’m fine.“You’re not! Why weren’t you. "So what if it kills me. I'm going to die anyway," she'd say.After taking her pills, she'd sit on the couch watching her favorite movies over and over. She drank a lot of her favorite wines, too. The combined effect of drugs and wine made her a bit goofy, not able to speak coherently.And then one morning about four weeks after we came home from the hospital, my wife just didn't want to get out of bed."I think I'll just lie here for a little longer," she said, closing her eyes.She stayed in bed. Sometimes though when runing into the mom in the hallway with hard on, i would brush my cock on to her backside or hips giving her a feel of how hard she has made me. another time when the mom and I were home alone i purposely left the door open while taking a shower after i was done opening the shower door half way i dried my self in the open rubbing my cock pretty much grabing it from the base just point at her while she was laying on the couch. she got an eye full. i think if i just had the.