To be honest, comparing Deborah to my wife is like comparing chalk and cheese. Whilst my wife is petite, blonde and pale, Deborah is statuesque and vo...uptuous with dark long tousled hair and a tanned complexion. Polar opposites in fact. Deborah seems keen to help though, so I go along with her as she picks out several dresses. We head to the changing area, where an assistant gives Deborah three tags and in she goes, closing the cubicle door behind her. As I sit outside, a guy nods at me, whilst. "It looks like there's nothing there," I said.Penny gave me her grin, then said, "They're made in Sweden and are kind of expensive. I think you'll like them." She sat up and straddled me again. "I know my pussy does," she said.With that, she leaned forward and took my penis in one hand. With her other hand on my shoulder, she brought the tip of my member up between her legs and rubbed it against her inner lips for a minute. She then brought it between her lips and said, "Here we go," then. I clearly remember the first such exam, the moment the doctor’s finger touched my prostate I felt my cock stiffen and a small amount of fluid shot out as if I was ejaculating. Obviously he noticed and said, “that is an automatic response, don’t let it bother you.” But it did bother me, it seemed way to personal especially with the reaction being produced by a guy. And with each exam the erection continued and I found it very unsettling to be tucking a woody back in my pants while the doctor and. At one point, she asked me if I wanted to touch her belly. I could barely keep my voice calm as I admitted that yes, I did want to. Her smile was radiant as she took my hand and placed it on her gravid waist. I was in heaven, I revelled in the feel of her softly firm, heavy, swollen belly beneath my fingers. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her leotard, and I moved my hand in wide circles so I could cover her whole belly. Vivian loved it. She closed her eyes with a soft.