You're right ... I don't." I'd like to talk to Natalie now, and then when we've finished, I'll see both of you. All right?"I nodded my agreement and s...ood as she went to the door."Natalie, would you come in now please."My wife stood, looked at me for confirmation, then timidly walked into the doctor's office, the door closing behind her.I sat in the waiting room, lost in thought about what the doctor had said about Natalie and her personality. It made sense, but I wasn't sure I understood just. She looked...delicious. Jasmine was a completely different person than what I'd become used to, too. Instead of the little hellcat vixen I'd been acquainted with she had become the shy, demure assistant to Sandra's rich widow that her part called for. Her hair was in a shorter, curly, I guess you call it a bob, that laid on her neck and shoulders. Her plain dress was a soft gray that couldn't disguise her charms but muted them some. She wore a pair of black shoes that looked a little heavy but. "Yeah I bet you do. I bet you loved watching your daughter being fucked good and hard like her dirty mother is about to be. You seemed to really enjoy it, rubbing and fingering this tight little cunt." I said sliding my hand down and pushing my fingers right against her already wet pussy through her panties. "Oh fuck, you're a dirty boy, fuck I’m already so wet for you. Make me your bitch baby, fuck my cunt like you fucked Amy, make me scream the fucking roof down." She groaned and shouted.. "I love your little pot belly." Bradley grinned."Can I kiss you?" He stared into her emerald green eyes."Can I just offer just one criticism of you?" Penelope whispered.Bradley nodded."Sometimes you are too polite." Penelope leaned forward and placed herlips on his.Bradley folded her into his arms and kissed her. Penelope put her armsaround him and opened her mouth a little and sent the tip of her tongueexploring and Bradley reciprocated, holding her tighter."You're dressed in a bathrobe,".