“Doc., can’t you please help me instead of the nurse” Sheila pleaded pulling her top over and baring her fully developed 36C boob, full with mil... and with an erect nipple. Her baby was crying as she was thrusting her boob into baby’s tiny lips as the baby was unable to suckle. I bent forward to support her boob placing my hand at the bottom of her boob and taught her how to feed the little one. I was sure that Sheila knew full well how to feed a baby but she came to tease me as usual. As I was. Soon I saw the woman turn the volume down on the intercom and switch it on. She eyed me to check I wasn't listening, then put her ear down to the speaker, turning the sound slightly up.Just audibly, I heard sounds from it.I recognised the optician's voice mumbling something and sounding very smug, along with Mum's voice going, "Hugh! Ough! Ourrgh!"At first, I was sure she must have been just laughing out loud at some joke of his. Then, I doubted that.What was he actually doing to my Mum, in. There were six of them, three couples about our age, good-looking,outdoorsy types. As we crouched there with our heads just above water inthe dense undergrowth, the women jumped in the river, just a few yardsupstream. They turned their backs downstream, lowered their swimsuitbottoms.... half-squatted.... what were they doing?"Mmmm, that feels good," one sighed with relief, and drew her bottomsback up. "I thought we'd never get here!" I shouldn't have had that second cup of coffee, "Another one. It was another whole level of ecstasy for me and the beginning of my other life long obsession.As I started my 7th grade year I started to explore my mothers dresser drawers to see what she had. If my teenage sister had stuff I liked my mom had to have even better. I was not disappointed. Since it was the 70's my mom wore a dress, heels and hose to work everyday. What I found was a treasure trove on pantyhose, slips and OMG a very shear pair of fully boarded blue stockings. At the time,.