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Del?s widow, Donna dried her tears and surveyed the group of perhaps twenty people assembled at the graveside. She nodded to neighbors Carmen and Franco. She caught the eye of Del?s boss, Brad, who shook his head and shifted his gaze to the ground. She tried, but couldn?t force herself to acknowledge the stare of her husband?s orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Ferguson. He was doing his best to melt into the crowd. Standing beside him was a young blond woman Donna recognized as a resident from Valley View Hospital. She was bouncing a chubby five or six-month-old baby on her hip.Off to the left was a group of ten or twelve people Donna didn?t recognize. She assumed they were perhaps executives from Del?s work and their spouses. They certainly were well-dressed: black suits, black dresses, and black umbrellas. Donna wiped a tear or raindrop from her cheek and looked harder at the group.REWIND FIFTEEN MONTHSI awoke at six when the rounding orthopedic surgery team entered my room. I recognized Dr. Kim (all business this morning). A tall gentleman introduced himself as Dr. Ferguson, the attending orthopedic sports physician. Three medical students seemed like bumps on a log.Dr. Kim read a quick clinical summary from an iPad; then carefully pulled back the sheet to expose his Ace-wrapped thigh. She demurely tucked Dr. Dick under the sheet and donned a pair of nitrile gloves. Using bandage scissors, she peeled off the wrap, exposing the two gross wounds. The ends of the greasy, yellow gauze packing hung from each like uncooked bacon.Dr. Ferguson leaned in to inspect the gore, arose, and uttered, ?Have the nurses rewrap it, home health for dressing changes, office next week.? Dr. Personality then walked out the door.A clerk walked in as I was finishing a typical hospital breakfast of weak coffee, Tang, a bowl of lukewarm oatmeal, and two links of turkey sausage. She suggested she would be handling my discharge. She looked at her tablet and mumbled, ?You?re Mister, ahem; I think I?ll just spell your name: R-e-n-e D-e-l-a-c-r-o-i-x. Is that correct???You can call me Del.?She repeated the admission wallet biopsy, detailed the home visits by a member of the orthopedic team, and asked about my conveyance home.Whoops, I hadn?t given it much thought. Donna was still out of town, so I stated the obvious. I?d get an Uber.Ms. iPad almost lost it, ?No sir, that?s just not allowed. What if you have a medical emergency.?What I thought was Donna (even if she came home a day early) wouldn?t be much help if I somehow had a conniption at the corner of Main and Sycamore; but what I said (with my fingers crossed under the sheet) was that I?d call my sister. She didn?t need to know I was an only child.I didn?t want to impose on Carmen or Franco and I certainly didn?t want my boss to know I was ?out and about? when Donna was out of town. I looked at my phone. The last person I?d called was Jean. Right, Roy?s Jean. What the hell? I hit redial.Jean got pretty excited about the accident and the injuries. She lamented not forcing me to spend the night and sober up. I told her I was a big boy and any blame resided squarely with me. I asked for the favor.Jean said she had an eight o?clock tennis lesson; but she?d ask Meg, who was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and nursing a hangover. I surmised Yakacık Escort she had stayed over. Being the prick that I am, I wondered whether I might have nailed her if I?d spent the night. My fantasy was interrupted by Jean. ?Meg says sure. Give her an hour to finish her coffee and get showered. She?ll text you when she gets to Valley View.?Meg was pretty spot on with her timing: sixty-five minutes. We shared small talk on the way to my house. Each of us avoided mentioning sex. About the most she suggested was, ?We missed you.?Meg helped me in and pulled out a kitchen chair for me. ?You look like you could use a good cup of coffee. Had breakfast yet??I told her not really and detailed the hospital?s idea of food. She went ?Bluh? and suggested I get cleaned up while the coffee was brewing.I must have looked incredulous. She read my mind, ?I guess you didn?t know I?m a nurse. Yes, you can shower! You can remove the shoulder immobilizer for bathing. Just keep your arm near your chest. You said you have a dressing on your leg? Saran Wrap. Get started. I?ll be in in a jif.?I wandered back to the master bathroom and tried to remove the brace using only my right hand. No go. Well, at least I can get the shower warmed up and brush my teeth, I thought. Right. I gave up and was ready to call my private duty nurse, when lo-and-behold, there she was in the doorway with a smirk on her face and a cup of coffee in her hand, ?You?re quite the invalid. Here, be careful, it?s hot. Sip it while I get you out of that gizmo.?Meg proceeded to remove the wide Velcro chest component and slip the sling off my neck. I put the Java down begrudgingly on the vanity and squirmed out of the ridiculously large scrub top the hospital had given me. Meg stood in front of me and placed her hands on my pecs. ?Um. Let?s get you out of your dad?s bottoms.? They were like large clown pants.She slowly ran her hands down my hairy chest and across the ridges of my six-pack to the drawstring. She pulled with no loosening, ?It must be knotted.?Like a good nurse, she dropped to her knees and began struggling with the knot at eye level (or mouth level in my way of thinking). It finally gave. ?Thank goodness,? I thought.Meg slipped her hands under the waistband and lowered the scrubs. By that time, I had a semi-boner that caught as she worked my pants lower. Without hesitation, she reached in and extricated my meat and similarly without hesitation, brought the head to and into her mouth.Meg knew her way around a big cock. She circled the base of my scrotum with her left thumb and index finger. Initially, this was with light pressure. As she sucked more vigorously and sped up the tempo of her jerking, she tightened the grip on my ballsack and pulled my avocados toward the floor. I was gritting my teeth and starting to see stars; when she mercifully released my nads, backed her lips off my purple sex tool, and uttered, ?I almost forgot. You?re injured.?Meg wrapped my thigh in Saran Wrap and tested the water temperature. ?Hop in. I?ll be right back.?The warm water felt great. What was even better was the sight of Meg when she returned. The only thing she was wearing was a big smile. She stepped in and offered to help. I moved toward the back of the shower and surveyed my helper. She was some Yakacık Escort Bayan kinda fit: maybe 5? 5? and 110 pounds soaking wet (joke intended). Meg obviously spent a lot of time at the pool. Except for the white lines up over her pelvic bones and a tiny white triangle above her pussy, she was brown as a berry. Each breast was the size of a halved Valencia orange, adorned with a Hershey kiss nipple. I couldn?t wait to suck their sweetness.Meg seemed eager to help her patient. She pressed her thin body against mine, reaching down to angle my eight inches off to the side. With both arms, she encircled my chest, locking my arms against my torso. She rose on her tiptoes. ?Be a good boy. I?ll give you a shower you won?t forget.?With that, she shampooed my scalp, running her fingers through my curly hair; all the while French kissing me. When I started to use my hands to return the attention, she broke the kiss. ?Uh-uh, I?m in charge here.?In a nutshell, that was the way we spent the next fifteen minutes. Meg soaped and massaged me from one end to the other and I stood like a Greek statue (with two exceptions: a had a huge boner, not covered by a fig leaf and I was panting like a marathon runner).Meg knew I was about to bust a nut, but cruelly (well, not really) stated, ?Look, but don?t touch.? She proceeded to shampoo her short, seal-like hair, leaning backwards to rinse her scalp. The water and suds ran down her face and breasts. She followed their path with her hands; first across her breasts (pausing momentarily to lightly touch each nipple), then down her belly to her shaved pubis. She licked her wet lips and locked eyes with mine, ?Uh-uh,?Meg put the bottle of Dove body wash into my able right hand and simply said, ?Soap.? I squirted a large load onto her upper chest. I could feel my cock bounce with each spirt. I longed to empty my balls in a similar fashion.Meg slowly washed her entire body; paying particular attention to her tits, ass, and pussy. She leaned over and washed her right leg from top to bottom and back. Warm water ran down her crack. Instead of repeating this technique for her left leg, she placed her foot up on the tiled bench. ?You can wash this leg.?She took the bottle of body wash and squeezed a generous wad (like a ten-day load) onto her ass. I wasted no time. I rubbed the soapy lubricant over her tiny ass cheeks, then leaned close into a semi-doggy position, placing my cock between her thighs. I slowly (two can play this game) washed her ass, her upper posterior thighs, and anus. I felt her body heave slightly. I leaned over her back and whispered, ?You?re a very dirty girl.?I shifted my soapy hand around her torso; first grasping her small breast, pinching her right nipple. She turned her head. ?Harder.?My nurse supported her leaning body by placing her left hand up on the tile wall. She licked her right-hand index and long fingers and added her saliva to the precum that was flowing from my cock head. She spread both around its sensitive surface, simultaneously pulling it up against her clitoris.I began to slowly hump her, stimulating her anus and pussy lips with the dorsum of my prick. I envisioned its large gnarly vein tickling her rosebud as it rubbed back and forth across the winking surface.Meg squeezed her thighs Escort Yakacık more tightly around my love muscle and pressed my expanding mushroom more forcefully against her clit. She looked back over her right shoulder and panted, ?Faster, harder.?I shifted my only serviceable hand to the top of her right shoulder for counterbalance and began to pump her taint like a blind chihuahua. I was getting very close to an embarrassing premature ejaculation. I took a deep breath and shifted my focus to a spot of dirty grout just above Meg?s head; anything to keep from cumming. Unfortunately (or not) she growled, ?Now, now. Stick it in my pussy.?Our movements were anything but coordinated. I pulled back as Meg bent past a right angle with her face approaching her flexed left thigh. She was astonishingly able to direct my cock head between her labia and into her vagina. Otherwise, I ran the risk of fracturing my ramrod or violating her back door.I made two short strokes to test the water and was ready to settle into a good fucking rhythm, when Meg froze. She tightened her body, held her breath for what seemed like ages, and then raised her right hand in a ?stop, don?t move? sign. She lowered her hand to her clit and gurgled, ?No, no. Not yet. F*ck, I?m cumming.?Her exclamation was all I could handle. I buried my meat balls deep and added my orgasm to hers. I collapsed onto her back.After Meg left, I took a short nap and then made a light lunch. I took my BLT, a bag of Lays waffle cuts and a bucket of Coors Banquets out to the patio. The sun felt great on my chest and back (I?d ditched the shoulder immobilizer). I was on the brink of dosing off again, when the doorbell rang. I yelled, ?I?m around back!?Lo and behold. It was handsome, bubble-butt Lars.?Hey, stranger. What?s it been, twelve hours???Thereabouts,? I answered. ?Whatcha up to? No good, I?m betting.??I thought I?d drop by and see if you could use a little more therapy. Maybe we can bill your insurance plan! Bubba, you?re getting red. Better come in out of the sun.?With that, Lars grabbed the bucket of Coors and headed into the kitchen. By the time I had closed the gate and retrieved my plate, Lars had made himself at home. He was sitting up on the island, drinking a Banquet, cock and nads flopped out of his cargo shorts. ?Come on, Pops. You know what to do.?I put the plate down, as Lars scooted backwards. His position allowed me to go down on his delicious-looking slab of man meat, supporting myself with my right forearm on the Corian. It wasn't ideal, but neither of us were griping. He fisted the base of his two-inch wide cricket bat and pulled my head down toward the beautiful, precum-dripping cock head. I ran my tongue along the slit, then around the head. I savored the salty sweetness of his lubricant, but I wanted more. I wanted to taste and swallow the ultimate reward of his seed.I willingly lowered my head and opened my mouth to accept his meat. It really wasn?t necessary for Lars to force my mouth onto his weapon, but his dominance heightened my pleasure. ?Suck it, Pops. Take my load.?And I did suck it, allowing Lars to fuck my mouth. And I did take his load. I swallowed the first three ropes; but the sheer volume of his subsequent four or five ejaculates simply oozed out of my mouth, onto my chin and splatting onto the countertop. I tried to suck the last of his jizz from his prick, but he pushed me off. ?Too sensitive, Pops.?Lars was a man of few words. He said thanks, zipped up and asked, ?Where?s the door? By the way, Kim has home health duty this week. Don?t let her hurt ya.?