"What." is all you can exclaim as you stare at the smooth end of her wrist.
Beth looks at you a little confused and then takes the tray from you with her good hand and pushes past you into the house.
"What do you mean what Rick? I left it with you last night don't you remember. Good to see you too by the way." Beth jibed.
She deftly places the cardboard tray down on the side and turns back to you with a smile.
"May I have my hand back then please?"
Your mind reels, trying to figure out why her dissembodied hand had fallen out of your sleeping joggers and why it wasn't attached to her. A slight feeling of relief washes over you as the realisation comes that Beth must have an answer to where your cock was and why wasn't it attached.
"What happened why is you hand upstairs on my bed and you down here? Whats happening?" you stammer out.
Beth takes you by the hand and leads you upstairs to your bedroom, tutting at the messy state of your covers on the floor. She steps over the sheets and picks up her hand placing it to her wrist which is seems to just connect seemlessly as if it had never been detached.
"Your staring like you don't remember anything that happened last night." Beth remarks as she flexes her hand a couple of times and rotates the wrist.
"I don't I have any recollection no, I was scared out of my mind this morning when I discovered my cock was missing in the shower and then I found your hand in my joggers when I was looking for it!" You feel absurd saying it out loud not to mention slightly embaressed. You've known Beth a long time but its not like your cock is a regular topic of conversation.
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