I ducked their question of whether I had called home, simply by telling them that I hadn’t had a chance yet. We were still comparing miseries when N...rse Janet returned with a doctor in tow. “Out, the bunch of you!” the doctor ordered.“Give us a few minutes, guys. I’ll see you in a bit,” I told them.The nurse shooed them out, promising they could return after breakfast. She returned to my side and then she and the doctor, a woman named Hawthorne, got serious. They gave me a quick exam, and I had. Her heated struggles and wriggles excited him. He could feel soft but surprisingly firm breasts crushed against his chest, and her lithe full thighs had already parted as he humped his cock against her loins.His hand on her bottom relaxed its grip for a minute then dipped lower to jerk her skirt up and feel for the soft curves of her bottom. He pushed his hand into the joining between her legs, and found the gusset of her panties was soaking wet.N'Gama grinned. He may be a bit thick but he knew. I guess both of us had gotten so used to seeing it hanging there that neither had thought about taking the rather personal image off the wall before Bill's crew showed up."You're a photographer, right?" he asked. "Did you take that picture?" I admitted it was one of mine."Any chance of meeting the model?" his partner added, not quite drooling over my lady's image.Time to prevaricate a little. "Sorry, guys, but she's not modeling anymore." Well, it was the truth, sort of. I mean, when Cliff. Aunt Prudie then insisted on taking our temperatures; and she and Grandma got into an argument over the thermometer reading. Since neither of us was actually sick, George and I laughed ourselves silly, which lead Grandma to believe that no matter what the damn thermometer read we were both coming down with a fever. At which point, Prudie told her to stop being a stick in the mud that the two of us were just having a good laugh at couple of old nanny goats.Grandma took a fit of the giggles and.