He grinned at her. "I've cum in your cunt and in in your ass slut, now I need to cum in your mouth." But I did..." Jori started to talk but was interr...upted."Nope I have to cum. Cleanup doesn't count. Now you drained me pretty good bitch so you're gonna have to work extra hard to get me off a third time. But I know you can do it."The man reached out and guided Jori's head down to his lap. "Now kneel in the seat and start sucking."Jori sighed. She was tired and sated. The last thing she wanted. They were very naughty and free with their fingers and in all honesty, I found it to be quite pleasant.Before we got to the clown jamboree, Benny explained to me that the gathering usually got a little loose and frisky at the end. He warned me that the clowns "hooked up" with each other in a sexual sense and that I should be prepared to "take it" if asked. He explained that the anonymous nature of the annual celebration excused the random sexuality and that it was all in good fun.I was not. I was introduced to Ryan, her engineer husband who was about five years older. Although I didn’t get to spend much time with him he seemed to be a nice enough guy and we did find some things to talk about. He was getting promoted regularly in the big civil engineering company he worked for but that meant he spent more and more time at project sites which could be anywhere in the world.Under the influence of a little more wine than she was used to, aided by the fact that her husband had been. How could the hospital release someone who couldn't suppress a moan every time I hit a pothole?Still, they did some things right. We'd had all sorts of warnings and counseling sessions. Depression is one of the almost universal side effects of open-heart surgery, and generally worst for transplant patients. So many patients, and their families aren't prepared for it. Temple had a great program and we were taught what to look for and what to expect.I think one of the worst of "hidden problems,".