Again I smiled inwardly. My pussy tingled, I was excited. “Mustn’t get carried away,” I thought.“Did you see when she bent over, fucking hell,...you could see her arse, and she wears stockings. Wow.” I heard one young man say as he left the room. I poured myself a coffee in the staff room. A couple of the other staff were already there. They looked up, as I sat down demurely. “Ah Wendy, don’t know if you’ve heard anything, it seems our football team are planning a stag.” One of them said.“No. Another nurse appeared, called folks names and then with porky and her brat and an old boy sat at the far end, wobbled away through the doors. By now she was beginning to present a challenge, and my male competitive streak was bursting forth, so I hit on her as hard as my personality would stretch. By now she was bored so that helped, and the fact she was one of those who was usually the centre of things she felt obliged to chat even if it was begrudgingly. Ten long minutes of my charm. Pain raced up my forearm as he took a chomp but luckily his momentum and my arm moving back didn't let him get a good grip. Instead, he tore a couple of gashes in my arm about four inches below my elbow.When the first dog was sailing away from me the second raced in and grabbed me by the calf. He had a good hold on me and was shaking his head violently. Jesus, that hurt like hell. I was trying to keep my balance and grab at the dog when help arrived from a most unexpected source. Eighty-five. .." she confessed, glancing away and looking a little embarrassed by the admission."Too bad you didn't," her lover teased."Well, it's not like a part of me didn't want to," continued Miranda, glancing up as she felt Misty's legs slide against her own, the warm soapy water causing a particularly pleasant friction, "But for one thing, I'd lulled you to sleep. Not my intention, by they way. And if you'd known the things that I wanted to do that day, you'd probably would have dropped me like a.