On a 7-9, Gloria hesitates and you charm her

"B-but, I'm not a lesbian!" Gloria protests. "I love my husband."

"Oh, sweetheart, so do I. So do I!" you say. "You're here helping because I love my husband. You'd do just the same if yours was in distress."

Gloria's face clears. You've found a way in. You press.

"Bring all those good feelings home to him," you say. "Show him your hunger, your passion."

Gloria's eyes shine. "Ahhh," she sighs.

"I see how hungry you were for Junie's sweet pussy," you say. "How much you loved her taste. Loved. Let that love-light shine, Gloria. Show me how you eat a real woman."

Gloria melts in your arms. You stroke her silver-threaded dark hair. "There you go, there you go," you whisper in her ear. With a gentle touch on the top of her head, Gloria falls to her knees in front of you and brings her lips to your pussy.

You laugh. "Oh, honey," you say. "Yes. But let me make it easy for you."

You sit in the guest chair beside Brian's bed, scoot your butt forward and spread your knees.

"Here, honey," you tell the senior nurse in charge of your husband's care. "Come to mama."

Gloria whimpers and dives into your pie, tongue first.

"Yes, yes, yes," you sigh. "Oh, honey."