Lizzie began working the toy faster and harder. And furiously rubbing her clit. There was a sudden flood of wetness on the toy and Lizzie felt the wav...es of the orgasm coming. “I’m cumming!” Lizzie screamed as the man watched gleefully. Lizzie was gushing and the seat underneath her was getting soaked. Lizzie continued working the toy until the orgasm was over. She was spent, she reached up with the hand that had been rubbing her clit, and began teasing her nipples, while holding the toy in her. Her braless boobs hung down inside the teeshirt. ‘Trouble with cramps, sweety?’ ‘Yeah, maybe. You are a hard, but pleasant, act to follow. I may have pushed it a little too much.’ He stared down her open collar at the hanging beauties. ‘Lay down on the bench. Maybe I can help.’ Spence complied and Joan gripped and ungripped his calf muscles, encouraging more blood circulation. ‘Any better?’ ‘Not yet.’ Joan gripped and squeezed his butt muscles through his shorts. She took off his sneakers and. As soon as she asked me to take a seat I knew there was a problem. She seated herself next to me, took my hand, and informed me in a quiet voice that the operation was of limited success and that my wife had at best a 20% chance of living to the five year mark. I was totally devastated. I asked her if my wife knew of the prognosis, and she assured me that my wife was still out of it in Post Op and no one on the staff would tell her later. She also told me that I could not see my wife and that. I removed my panties and leggings, got down on all fours and liftet up my dress. Then I spread my legs, feeling so much guilt ... I looked back at him as he was almost drewling over me. He was rock hard and spanked me a couple of times. I pointed at my drawer and "Please, condoms are in here!?!" He slapped me a couple of times again and laughed!? "Nope, no condoms for weak little sissies like you!". He grabbed his gigantic hands over my hips and entered me slowly. But he got it all the way in,.