She ran her fingers down through her wet pussy. "I am there baby. I am lying with my head next to your cock. My pussy is within reach of your fingers....I lightly run my teeth down your shaft! I feel your fingers go inside me as your thumb encircles my clit."If this conversation were not on his headset, he would have dropped the phone. He loved her sexy voice. He could not talk to her for more than 25 minutes without getting a rise in his Levi's. "Woman, what are you doing to me? You know I love. His marriage just kind of fizzled out a few years ago. They sold the house and split the proceeds. Greg now had another mortgage round his neck, it was on a dreary house on a dreary estate in a dreary suburb. And he was stuck in a dead-end job he didn't really like. He still didn't come north.Then Mum and Dad died under the wheels of one of those huge trans-continental trucks and Greg came north. He got here as soon as he could and was a big help to me with all the endless phone calls and. “Thank you, ma’am,” Corbin responded with gratitude.“I just need to slip on my shoes and I’ll be ready.”“It’s cool. The bruhs flaked out. When I said it was Dutch treat, they s**ttered like roaches.”“Oh wow,” the five-foot-eleven inch male-to-female transsexual shook her head. “Well, we can still go.”“Yeah! That’s what I thought. But, then I thought we could just have a quick drink at your spot.”“That’ll work,” she mused. “What do you have?”Corbin pulled out a one-liter bottle of Bombay. She had short black hair, and dark eyes. She sat with her long, lean legs crossed. Her legs were smooth and tan; she wore a gold anklet, which highlighted her sexy feet. She wore a short, white bathrobe; her tan legs and thighs were exposed. I imagined she was naked underneath the robe, or maybe she still had on panties. I was sure that I would see more of her body once the exam of her son progressed. Most family members that viewed the special exam sessions would become sexually aroused, and.