Nurse Helen slid her hand over the crotch of her panties a few times, then she reached for the box of implements.Reality capitulated some more as she ...retrieved a slim, pink dildo from the box. The machine on my right bleeped as Nurse Helen deftly pulled her panties aside and began teasing her clit with the tip of the dildo.“Arousal levels above average,” Nurse Sophie announced. Then she gave a little laugh. “The patient must really fancy you.”Whatever this was – dream, reality or death – it was. She's now a half-head shorter than me, which is pretty impressive considering how tall I am. Thick brown hair almost as dark as mine is matted around her neck and shoulders, greasy from working in a Friday's-like restaurant kitchen followed by a night of dancing with her girlfriends. Dark eyes glitter in the dining room's low light and her pouty lips are turned up at the corners ever so slightly, clearly amused by what I was in the middle of writing. But it's not her expression that catches my. She was extremely pleased withthe results. I talked to my wife about how I think my hairy arms lookfunny. She suggested using Nair and she would then see if my arms lookedbetter. The conclusion was mixed. I made my wife climax many time thismonth. She didn't question my appearance changes and often complementedme on my ability to obtain a healthy weight.I think I must have used too much shake mix because I ran out of mix aday early. The pain and confusion made it difficult to get to. She opened the door and showed him out quickly, offering a rare broad smile to him, licking and wiping the cum off of her face and slurring a half drunk “thanks, I liked it.”Then Karin turned and walked up the stairs and entered our kitchen where her big smile turned to shock as she saw me standing by the window and her half-drunk self realized I saw everything. She tried to say something and I said, “Its ok honey” as I ran my hand over my own rock-hard dick through my shorts. Karin didn’t say.