TOUCH YOURSELF. Make Fawn beg to get off: MISS.

Spend 5 XP and take Touch Yourself. You have Hard -1, Hot 0, Cool +1, Control +1, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (Mary).

Dr. Fawn Rogers bends forward, her big tits jiggling in her low-necked scrub top, and puts her ear to Mary's lips. Your wife whispers something to her.

Fawn raises her head, still holding Mary's hands in her own. "You know I couldn't do that, Mary," she says.

"Doctor, hon, I see how much the spirit's moving in you. Take your blessings, with my blessing," Mary says.

"With our blessing," you say. "You just tell us what you need to feel comfortable."

Fawn looks back, wide-eyed. If her warm brown skin were as light as Mary's, you're sure she'd be blushing bright pink.

"You've done so much for us today," you say. "For both of us. Please. What do you need?"

You reckoned Fawn might need some help, since Fawn's wife wasn't right there to pop her off. Fawn's other half was also a doctor, Doctor Didyma Breedlove, a blonde with hourglass curves who had attended you in the hospital while you were in bed with your broken thighbone. And who had gotten off riding your mustache with her pussy on your mouth, her bush tickling your nose, her rich woman taste on your tongue and her gushing juice running down your cheeks. And then she'd run off in fear of being caught, leaving her panties with you.

Use MAKE HER BEG: 5+1 = 6, Miss.

"I just can't, Mr. Forbes," she says. "Mrs. Forbes." She squeezes Mary's hands again and rises.

"Dr. Rogers, hon?" Mary says. "Where's the ladies' again? Could you show me?"

"The bathroom is right over here," Fawn Rogers says. "Each sex therapy room has one."

Mary walks across the floor in her birthday suit, following Doctor Rogers, who opens the door for her.

"Doctor, could you come in with me a minute?" Mary says. "Please?" She takes Fawn Rogers by the wrist, and the doctor follows her into the can. The door closes. After a minute you hear the lock click.

You shrug and gather your clothes, leaning on the table or the chair to keep your balance, putting on your shirt, then wiggling the last of the way into your shorts and pants with an awkward little push-up off the chair.

You look up. It's been a few minutes and they're both still in there. You start hearing sighs and moans. Mary's, yes. Also Fawn's.

And suddenly an exclamation of "GOD BLESS, MARY! I'M THERE, I'M THERE, YES!"

Fawn Rogers must have stuffed her mouth with something if she and Didyma Breedlove had been getting it on together at the hospital. Dr. B did have some nice soft curves to stuff in Dr. R's lips, so it coulda been like that.

A few minutes later, there's a sound of water running and splashing in a basin. Mary comes out of the washroom by herself and closes the door.

"Oh good, honeybear, you're about ready to go?" Mary says. "You didn't need any help dressing?"

"No, sweetie-pie," you say. "Maybe a little hand up."

Mary helps you up from the chair.

"Did Doctor Rogers have anything else to say?" you ask.

Mary laughs. "No, hon," she says. I left her speechless."

Once you're back in your car, Mary hands you a little pink paper bag with a gift store logo on it. It's creased and rumpled from being folded up in her purse, and clearly this isn't its first use. Inside is a balled-up piece of plain white cotton knit fabric trimmed with smoothly curving hem bands.

"Surprise, honeybear," she says.

The fabric is a little damp. You spread it out between your fingers. A lovely womanly scent rises from it.

"Dr. Rogers gave you her panties?"

"She gave me her phone number when I told her about my ladies' prayer circle," your wife says. "She wanted to come along and bring her wife Diddy. I asked for her panties. I didn't say they were for you."

"That is a surprise!" you say. Naughty girl. "You're the best wife I could ever have, Mary."

"Honeybear, I just want to make you smile."

"You did."

"You want to go home and practice what Fawn helped us out with?" Mary asks.

"I might need a nap first."

"No hurry, honeybear," she says. "No hurry."

You have 0 XP.
You have Hard -1, Hot 0, Cool +1, Control +1, Touch Yourself, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (Mary).

Where next? Maybe you want to jump ahead to a happy homecoming with Mary or the start of another long-distance truck haul with Patty to help you kick it off, or maybe you want to hear more from your wife about who's been warming their wieners and keeping her fire poked while you've been on the road and in the hospital.

What's your next Move?