If you sleep in thenude, who am I to change your routine.”So I made as if I was going to drop my shorts, butchickened out and got in bed next to... her still wearingthem.Sometime around 4AM in the morning I woke up with herarm over me, which was okay with me but her fingers wereworking their way into my boxers… then wrapping aroundmy cock…I acted like I was sound asleep, just to see what shewas going to do. I was no longer sleepy, I’d gone from asound sleep into intense. “Hold your horses! I’m coming” I opened the door and as requested a Cabbie was on stand by to take my luggage.Marcy clearly was not dressed for the occasion more like vacation. She wore a white one piece dress that hugged her pert breasts and it was short enough to arouse unwanted attention especially from the cab driver. “Jeez I can see your panties from here”“Well I’m not wearing any” Whilst sticking her very long tongue at me. She reached over to take some hand luggage and slightly bumped. 72m she is as tall as my husband and a bit taller than I am (1.62m), but when you are laying down, length is not an issue anymore I always say. She walked up to me, put her arms around my waist and gave me a hug. Not a normal hug, but a passionate hug with one hand between my shoulder blades and one in my lower back. She put a little pressure and I felt her size D tits touching mines and it felt great. When she looked at me, she must have seen my nipples growing in my bra and shirt, she. "We're going to raise the head of your bed. Look down." Oh my God! The blanket isn't over nothingness! Do I have new prostheses -- maybe long-wearing?" It's more than that. While you can't feel them right now, we have been able to replace your legs." He fell back on the pillows."A transplant?" No, an even more advanced technique about which you'll learn the details. Harold, we were able to rebuild your own legs. They will work as well as before the accident. I know this is a surprise, and I'm.