Her kisses, her touch, her giggles, her hugs, her voice in my ear, her hair on my chest, her eyes staring into mine with so much beauty I felt like I ...asn't even alive. How could I let all that go? How could I simply give up? How could I ever love anyone else that much? How would I ever be happy again? She was everything to me, my whole universe, and to not have her with me, to let her go and watch her be happy with someone else, felt like death—worse than death: it felt like hell.And so I. So it really caught my attention when, a few weeks ago, one of my girlfriends mentioned in a casual conversation that she had heard about a gynecologist who specializes in sexual dysfunction, and is reputed to be the best in his field.I called Dr. Rossi's office the next day to schedule an appointment. The receptionist was very nice, but told me it would be several weeks before the doctor could see a new patient. I said I would take it, and set up the appointment at the time the receptionist. As I bobbed up and down on his cock, he yanked down my bra and twisted mynipples. Bosses normally never bothered with my breasts because they were sosmall and I felt my nipples harden immediately in response to the unexpectedattention. I began deep throating in gratitude and pushed my little boobs hardinto the palm of his hand. I idly wondered if he'd have me ringed. Lots ofbosses were having their PAs fitted with nipple rings and I made a mental noteto ask if it hurt. Probably. Years ago. I got my face out of his ass, opened my eyes, and there was Amy, in her guise as Carole, fat, naked, her big tits so beautiful. She bent over so I could suck her nipples. She whispered in my ear: '' Would ten more cum-loads be enough? I can get him further than that if you need it, but that is pushing his cardio-vascular system pretty hard..." She smiled and gave me a thumbs-up sign. '' Bon Apetit, baby.'' I wanted to eat his ass while he jacked off all over my face, have him do the mouth fuck.