I felt the glow of having found just the right gift to give someone you love. I was astonished at having thought of it. I even told myself it was not ... selfish act that I really did it out of love. I suppose it was at least partially true. Besides, you have to take credit when you can.I now know that I was in fact giving her that loving post-coital cuddling that women voice as the most important part of sex. Anyway, it had been some kind of Hanging-out Saturday, I can tell you! I went back to. Was she sulking or upset or angry at me? Eventually I got curious enough that I left my own room to find her... and stopped as soon as I pulled the door open.She hadn’t been any of those things. She had gone hunting, perhaps in an effort to show me she had watched and listened. A dead wolf was in my doorway, in much the same manner a cat would bring mice to its owner. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t help but throw back my head and laugh with warmth. It was so simple and basic, so cutely animal. " I am sick."She released an exaggerated breath. "Really?" Yes. I have-" he consulted the A5 piece of paper he was clutching, his messy handwriting scrawled across it, "-an inflamed organ." Stop pissing about, David, you'll get me fire-" Mr. Johnson."She faltered. "What?" That's my name. Mr. Clive Johnson. Says so right here." He waved the paper again."Jesus…" No, Johnson. J-O-H-N-S-" Shut up."David seemed amused. "How long do you have, per patient?"She pursed her lips. "Our target is fifteen. Which made men oh so horny. When she thought about it, she looked back at the mirror to see how good she looked. She twerked in the mirror a little as she washed her ass cheeks clap and giggled. She wondered what it would be like if someone watched. She felt naughty."You like this ass?" she said, spanking it.Her hands cupped her huge breasts. She softly cursed. She admired them while lathering them. Her dark sensitive yet huge nipples were already erect. She touched her dark hard nipples.“Ah….