Looks to be in his late 40s or early 50s. Probably at least 15 years younger than her and 20 years younger than me. This is what I imagine happening.T...e nurse takes her to the examining room and tells her to strip down and put on the paper gown they give you. A few minutes the Dr.comes in and introduces himself and ask her how she is doing. She tells him fine she is just due for a checkup. He says he sees she is Mrs. Smith and wants to know if she is still married or widowed or divorced and. “They gave you the scar,” I said, remembering her story.Her voice was clipped and harsh when she finally replied. “I was thirteen, still covered with bruises from the adventurers guild throwing me out, and hadn’t eaten in a week. I politely asked to join. At dinner their guild leader found out how horrible my agility was. His second held me down, while he sliced open my face. Then they threw me out.“Apparently, ‘I embarrassed him.’ I should have died, but the beggars guild found me.“For the. I was not quite sure how to answer, when she said: Mind if I take a look at the worm and see if its what I like?Okay, I replied. She then went down on her Knees and unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and pushed them down to my ankles. She pulled down my underwear and my worm leaped out waving freely in the Air.She mumered, it sure is attracting my attention and then leaned in and pulled it into her mouth. She really knew how to enjoy being caught , taking it deep within her throat,. Hot heat licks at my nipple, your tongue tantalizes it before your mouth captures it, savoring the sweet raspberry tip. Tortured moans issue forth from the back of my throat and I struggle against the restraint of my blouse. Your weight on me pushes me farther into the hammock, and my hips start arching against your belly on top of me, desperate to ease the ache. A cool breeze whispers across my heated flesh, and I whimper as a fresh wave of longing pierces through me. Your nimble fingers find.