I could barely speak, much less go through the questionnaire on my clipboard. She finally asked me, “You need to ask some questions?” Yeah, dummy,...you do! But that voice, so soft and feminine.The next several minutes were a haze. I thought I went through the questionnaire, but every time I heard that sexy voice or looked up a little more blood vacated my brain.I finished with the work I was sent there to do, sort of. She had never even told me her name. I stood to leave and she stood with me,. " Nothing wrong with that, but it would be quite nice for him to know you are a woman. We ... never discussed having your birthmark removed..." No. It's part of me now. I'd like someone to want me as me before even thinking about treatment." Do you mind ... that we let you go through perhaps the most sensitive time of your life like that?" I never really thought about it except from time to time when someone's been bitchy about it. Actually, it's a pretty good way of sorting the nice guys out. My husband is a loving man but this he wouldn't forgive I just know it. When she came back to the bedroom with my coffee she told me he was awake downstairs and was keeping the k**s occupied as he thought I had a heavy night and would need the sleep. If only he knew what I had done I felt stupid but yet having her in bed was making me horny again, we heard my husband shout that he was going to take the k**s to the shop so I made my move kissing her and putting my hand up her top she immediately. I had to do a double take. The few times I went over to see John, before he became the drunken ass, Belinda was always at the computer in a chat room or playing online games. We never really talked and I had never seen her closer than from across the street, excluding a few day ago, until now. We were both approaching the magic 4-0 mark but she looked younger, just a bit worn out as you would expect, and very pretty. She was wearing cut off shorts and a white button down shirt with no makeup..