Part 3 "You can't imagine Tony how long I waited for this. To have passionate sex while in a leg cast like when I was in high school. When you were so turned on 10 year ago with my broken leg, my ex husband would not touch me while in the cast. Now Tony fuck your broken teacher" she said playfully. I kissed her un-casted knee and moved up her thigh, nibbling and licking as I moved inside to her softest skin, her legs parting slowly at my gentle insistence. By now I was laying directly between Stephanie's legs, and with each breath I was intoxicated by her faint womanly fragrance. I wanted to taste her more than anything I've ever wanted in my life, and I eased my tongue gingerly the length of a velvet-soft crease which curled at and hugged my touch while my hand was enjoying the feel of her cast She was giving herself to me completely, an ultimate trust, laying back, her eyes closed, her body mine to enjoy as I wished. My only wish was to please her, and I kissed and licked and nipped at her in a way that was selfish, too. She was responsive to my touch, and to her own. Stephanie was nearing her most intimate pleasure, reaching down and taking my head in her hands, guiding me, coaching me, taking me where she needed me. Her clitoris was like a tiny, hard penis, exposing itself to me, begging to be suckled. It was between my lips, at the tip of my tongue, when she shuddered and cried out softly, her thighs closing tight on my head. I ersisted, and she lifted a little off the bed and dropped back down, her body trembling. I held and stroked and soothed her as her orgasm crested and yielded to the aftershocks that were rolling through her, then crawled back up and lay atop her, kissing her eyelashes. She was stroking my lightly whiskered jaw, whimpering, then softly sobbing. "Tony," she finally said to me, stirring to life, her spirits brightening, tumbling me off as she turned onto a side. "You are overdressed." I slid off the bed and made a motion to remove my shorts, but Stephanie stopped me. "Come here" she said playfully. She was feeling bolder, more confident about having applied the cast herself on her leg, and as I stepped to the side of the bed, she slid her cast aside and reached forward and undid the two buttons, reaching inside. "So this is what you've been hiding from your injured teacher," she scolded me playfully. "You'll be staying after class today, young man." Stephanie withdrew her hand from the open fly of my boxers, and in it she held my cock, which was engorged and full and harder than I think I'd been since I was a teenager. She pulled me nearer, slipped my shorts down my legs and coaxed me back onto the bed, rubbing her hand up my shaft and back down. In a short moment I was between both her legs again. Her sexy strong leg and the one in that beautiful cast. I felt the heat of Stephanie's sex even before my cock touched it, then nuzzled the head to her lips. Her legs were wrapped around my lower back, her cast drumming softly on the base of my spine, as I pushed gently, my shaft parting her lips and sliding into her moist body. The penetration was complete, and it was heavenly. We were still, and then we began to move together, slowly. This is the way two bodies are meant to couple, I thought: our rhythm and fit and sense of pace and need was exquisitely in tune. Stephanie lifted her hips to meet my thrusts, the quiet of the room punctuated by her moans, by mine, and by the fluid sounds of our bodies joining in the most delicious way. Her nails were lightly raking my back when I felt the familiar, undeniable pressure start to build deep inside me, and my more forceful thrusts signalled to her that my end was near. Stephanie's hands dug into my behind and pulled me in harder, closer. I looked down to her and saw her head back, eyes closed, a look of deep pleasure on her face while rubbing her cast, and that was what sent me over the edge. I came in a fury, throbbing deep into the woman who looked like an angel with that cast on this night, and many years earlier.