Laura’s Helping Hands.

Pulling his arms back out of Laura and laying her gently across the back of the settee, Bruce undressed as fast as he could. He could feel that time was running against him and he had to act fast. Now completely naked, Bruce picked up Laura’s now completely lifeless, limp body and replaced his arm into her “sleeve” and wriggled her fingers. He may have imagined it, but Bruce could have sworn he heard a muffled groan from his love. Next, Bruce lifted one leg after the other and slid them into place inside Laura’s. The feeling of warmth as Bruce slid his torso inside Laura’s was welcoming.

What could only be described as a soft purring was now coming from Laura. Bruce moved his remaining hand and arm into Laura’s empty sleeve and used what were definitely her beautiful, soft hands to lift her face and head over his. As Bruce’s face matched up behind his girlfriends, the skin of her back, flapped around behind him. The seam was still open, but he was securely inside his lover now.

“Thank you!” Came Laura’s voice as though from inside his own head, making Bruce physically jump.

“Laura! Are you alright?” He almost sobbed.

“Yes! I am now, but I was fading fast. Thank goodness you realised what to do! Now. Don’t freak out, but we need to get back to the lab so we can figure this out. But first, you’re going to have to get us dressed, or people will stare!”