Its all right, thats what mates are for, especially older ones like me, right?, I said to my drunk friend. All righty then, mate! Tim seemed relieved...and was suddenly cheerful again. You know, I bet you dont have problems like that with Paula! There was something mischievous in his voice now. Now, theres a classy lady, Paula is! Cheers, mate! Heres to Paula! And we drank. No, youre right. I dont need lube with Paula. For a moment Tim gave me a strange, probing look. Thats good. Thats. She was pretty, chubby and friendly enough. I forget her name because she was so outshone by Jamie, my main daytime nurse. Jamie had black -- probably dyed (it was that black) -- hair and bright blue eyes. She was tall and self-possessed, obviously confident in her nursing abilities. Well-arranged features made her a shoo-in as the star for a medical drama television show.Since it was daytime and a busy place, she didn’t come around often – not often enough for me, at least. I supposed she was. I was shaking, breathing hard and gripping handfuls of bedding, I wanted this so much, I needed this so much. His lips teased my dick and it jumped, throbbed against them until he opened his mouth and slid his lips down my shaft. I felt intoxicated and moaned softly, uncontrollably. I filled his amazing mouth with spurt after spurt, wave after wave of hot cum. My body shaking, lost in the pleasure. Again, he slipped away. Leaving me breathless, trembling and spent.The third night, I didn’t. “We’ll see how things go with your Pumpkin. I have to express for her to have her bottles during the day, which I gladly do, but she might decide that Mom’s nipple is too difficult compared to how easy it is to drink from the bottle.”“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I said.Kara giggled, “We could arrange a test, if you wanted!”“Uhm, no thanks?” I chuckled. “For some reason I have no desire to nurse.”“I think I can understand that! My boobs are so heavy and they ache so much, that I’m not sure.