Early Morning Intimacy Before Heading To The Office – Nov 19, 2024

Being dead was way more fun than being sick. She felt him press his lips against hers and the gentle probing of his tongue into her mouth. It was the most wonderful feeling she’d ever felt. She smiled with tears in her eyes. She imagined his hands touching her, not with a sponge but as a husband might touch his wife. For you see, Tom Ferguson had finished getting her ready, and he never cleaned up the inside of her before he put the little rubber plugs into her cunny and bum. What would they think? The sponge moved across her belly, caressing it in a way she’d never felt before. In a counter-clockwise manner Tom pushed down and around with his hands. In the hospital, after the radiation, she’d often dreamed of a man in her like this, a big, strong, handsome man like Tom Ferguson. Everything was so beautiful. She felt like she was about to explode. Who would find her, laid out here like this? He started off slow, almost teasingly, one hand cupping her breast and the other squeezing her bum.