"Sorry," I said.Rebecca just waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about it. Get a t-shirt out of my drawer and get out of those wet clothes."I ran up...tairs to Rebecca's bedroom and took the smallest t-shirt I could find then went into the bathroom to change. Even her smallest shirt hung to my thighs, unfortunately covering my cute little pussy.By the time I made it back downstairs, Rebecca had managed to sit herself up on the couch. She had a painful grimace on her face and she was gently. Her silky hair framed our faces as she gave in to her desires and kissed me with a growing neediness.Giving a little whimper, she tore her mouth from mine and dropped her face to rest it in the crook of my neck. Her hot breath billowed against my throat as she gasped for air. Through the cotton of her T-shirt, I could feel two hard points pressed into my chest. It was then that I also realised she was gently grinding her groin against the side of my hips. The T-shirt must have rucked up because. Arlene smiled and motioned toward the door. Melissa turned and quietly left.Arlene kissed Ann's hair, gently stroking it and her head, then kissed her forehead as the tears began to subside."I'm done. It's okay now," Ann quietly said, blowing her nose on a tissue that Arlene offered. Ann tried to sit up, but Arlene wouldn't turn her loose. The two lay facing each other, their faces only inches apart.Ann tried to shrug. "What?" Not going to work. We aren't leaving here until I know what's. I forgot,” he answered and, my still being bent over the exam table but looking over my shoulder, I saw him writing something on the chart. He took the thermometer in his hand and approached me. I was waiting for the words . . . I was anxious, I was nervous, maybe I was even getting a bit aroused. Here I am bent over the exam table with my jeans at my knees and “rectal temperature” being the current topic of interest. He stood next to me and showed me the thermometer so I could see the digital.