Neelam leaned back against the gas cylinder and closed her eyes. All this was so new to her. Her husband used to just fuck her and be done with it. I ...as making her feel like a woman and she was loving it. She moved her saree up and opened her thighs wide open. Her feet came to rest on my shorts and she slid them down with her toes and gripped my semi hard cock with them and began shaking it. We were looking at each other with thirsty eyes and both of us were licking our lips. Our hands did not. "Well, as I predicted, my weekend was nowhere near as interesting as it has been. Most of your papers were, to be honest, as dull as dishwater." She waited for the laughter to die down, then continued. "And actually, that's a good thing. Technical writing is supposed to convey information, not strive to be the latest bestseller. There were a few of you who thought it should be that way, and I had to note that dialogue in a technical paper is inappropriate, as is swearing, nudity, comedy, or. I usually just do a quick towel dry and then air dry so I hung the towel back up and walked into the closet. (OK I’m a bit weird about this, since my feet will get wet after I dry off I will walk into the carpeted closet just to dry my feet off).Standing in the closet next to the hamper with a pair of wadded up panties in her face was Monica. My mouth dropped open, not because she was there but because she was wearing my old boxers from yesterday. That’s it. Her huge titties were out for. He asked her to come at examining room. She went there doctor told me that there is a hidden place where I can sit and watch whats going on in. I said ok and I went to the place which he showed there was a curtain and I could sneak in entire room was visible from there. She was sitting on the table doctor told my wife to remove her burkha and lie down on the bed. She was looking nervous.Doctor asked what’s wrong she said she is afraid of injections, doctor smiled and said don’t worry I won’t.