Faster and faster I moved my hands, but my own hands could not provide the satisfaction I needed! Reaching over I tried to arouse my husband, and I started rubbing my hands up and down his flaccid shaft.Faster and faster I moved my hands, but my own hands could not provide the satisfaction I needed! Reaching over I tried to arouse my husband, and I started rubbing my hands up and down his flaccid shaft. But, there was no response, either from him, or his limp prick. He was deep in sleep, probably dreaming about the fuel-saving benefits of a 18,000 horsepower diesel earth mover! It was no use! I rolled over, and with my juicy cunt longing for a good fucking, cried myself to sleep. The next day was Tuesday, and because I didn't have a shift at the hospital until Wednesday, I went to the hairdresser, got my nails done, bought some makeup, and finished my food shopping. Oddly enough, I didn't think about the patient, or his huge cock, all day or night. I didn't even think about him when I reported for duty the next day! But, it wasn't long before I was thinking about him. When the nurse told me to take the newspaper down to Room 101, I felt my heart jump. As I walked down the hall with the paper in my hand, I didn't know if the lump in my throat was from fear or anticipation. |