"What are you doing?" She was starting to panic.I focused on her hand, and poured my strength into it with a prayer for her complete recovery. The dam...age must have been extensive, and so must have been the pain. This healing took more effort from me than anyone that I had healed before.The dark discoloration started to fade as I poured my strength into her. She stopped struggling and let me finish my work on her hand.When she collapsed I barely caught her, as weak as I was. I called out for. I wondered immediately if I was pitching a pup tent for all the world to see and I quickly sat in the booth, brushing my cock downward quickly as I sat.We chatted for some time as we gazed across the table at each other. She ordered a soft drink and I grabbed my usual half ice tea, half lemonade. She wore a low cut blouse that allowed me to sneak peaks at her cleavage as we chatted. Occasionally, I would let my hand wonder off the table down to my aching dick to push it down and off to the. The next day, at 5:46 PM, she called me to accompany her to her home, since she did not like being alone so much and I went to see her. When she got home she kindly greeted me and told me that if she wanted something and I said yes and I asked her for water, we chatted and ate, she was touching her little braid and looking probocatively and we went to her room and she told me If she was a virgin then I told her no because I had sex with another woman for years ... She looked at me and did not. He told me how amazing she was in every way. I certainly couldn’t disagree with his observations and told him that was why I married her. He also said that he would never do anything that would come between Pam and me although he did say he’d wished he’d met her first and then our roles could have been reversed. We laughed about that. It was like we were bonding at a deeper level than our friendship through our mutual experiences with Pam. Jack asked if sharing Pam was a “one-off” or a.