The sensation of the nylon on his skin was unbearable pleasure. The brunette, having coaxed Trevor’s cock into life squatted over his thighs and, op...ning her wet pussy, descended on his dick, taking it all in one go and screaming in pleasure. Trevor’s view was obscured by the sight of Chrissie’s thighs and trimmed pussy hair squirming on his face but he could sense fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing his flabby midriff and chest, and teeth nibbling his skin, presumably the. The pale blue hospital gown that I wore - those hideous goddamned things that expose your ass to all and sundry - was bunched around my waist like a hula skirt.I looked down at the semi-bald pate of the specialist bending over to examine me and I stifled a soft curse. What was his name again? Rogers. That was it. Dr. Rogers. No - Mister Rogers, I reminded myself. Specialists didn't like being referred to as Doctor.I felt my pulse quicken. Fucking quacks; I'd had enough of them in the last six. "The longer I'm with you, the more I understand my mother's attachment to my Papa."A giggle escaped Daphne's lips, when she both felt and heard his pulse speed up. He was so cute when he got bashful. He hemmed and hawed and mumbled a bit until she put a finger to his lips."Could you do me a favor?" She asked insistently."Ah, sure, I guess," he hesitated, his voice revealing his sudden nervousness."Nothing like that!" She teased, lightly slapping him on his chest. "There's just something my Papa. " Four o'clock." I tried to repeat it in the same weird monotone that she had. Didn't quite do it, though. Then I shrugged and left for school.- # -What can I say about school that day? It was school, the same boring place that it always was. Mr. Holgar in Civics reminded us that our term papers were due the Friday of next week. I groaned along with the rest of the class at the prospect of spending several evenings doing research at the Library. Algebra and Spanish classes seemed easier than.