Now I would describe her in detail. Blonde hair down to her shoulders, good fair skin, no blemishes from the sun or freckles, no extra pounds on her b...dy except the ass. I would say 178cm and weight 65kg. So the day of the dinner arrived and she knew my wife was not going to be around. I did the dishes early and waited with a bottle of white wine. She came on time and was wearing a tight one piece black dress. Soon we were into the wine and the food, she was surprised by my talent with cooking. "Please identify yourself at the scanner Dr. Lake. Protocol," Brad spoke into the intercom.The attractive blonde nodded and leaned forward to swipe her ID card in the scanner, the motion giving Brad and Brock a way better view of the swelling tops of her ample breasts. Her cleavge going against her buttoned up blouse."Damn," mumbled Brad in admiration, taking his finger off the intercom button. "Gemma just keeps getting hotter and hotter everytime I see her. Just when you think it's impossible. All that unassuming conservative exterior hiding a naughty, mischievous inner-child. And such a cutie. People have commented that she looks a bit like me you know and as for that nose twitch, wiggle thingy twitches nose if that's not a panty soaking come on then I don't know what is. Beep de beepity beepOh, hold on a moment that's my phone with its 'you've got a new dick pic' notification. Let me have a quick look. We'll I'd recognise that slimy, untrustworthy dick anywhere. That's disgraced. With no other choice, however, he quickly learned to become a top-notch nurse. He helped her in and out of bed, took her to the bathroom, and cleaned the vomit from the bucket she kept at her bedside. Toward the end, he learned to clean her drainage tube and switch out her IV bags.The end came more swiftly than he expected. They were watching television one evening. Emily was lying in her makeshift hospital bed, which Bill had relocated to the livingroom at her request. Suddenly, he sensed that.