..... I knew I tasted good I think to myself and I know he loves the way I taste..... I suck them as if they are you...... I inhale deeply yet again a... I do this and the scent is stronger......... I slowly open my eyes as I whisper your name......I slowly look around the room and I am alone ......but your scent was so strong I thought you were in the room with me and that's when I realized that I have 2 of your shirts...... So I close my eyes again and I reach down and spread my saturated lips. Usually that all American blonde look, pretty common in the land of 10 million Scandinavians, I find too common and boring. But something about her was unique. She had character, a sort of liveliness in her eyes. Anyway, about a year ago, I don't remember the event; some kind of financial threshold we had broken, Joan looked more relaxed. She drank heavily. She never had before. Like I said I had noticed her, which means I had been checking her out over those many cocktail parties. When she. Warm. Fidgeting. Not quite awake, but not dreaming. High school. Not easy. Eyes closed, smiling softly at a memory of cheerleader glory. Chuckle. I look so much better now. Smile back to sleep.Eyes snap open. Stomach dropping flash of fear in high school. Inner voice telling me I was a coward.A little more awake. Was it cowardice, or a lack of imagination on how to get out of the safe space of jocks and cheerleaders?Shiver. Wait ... something is reassuring. Body heat. Sound of calm breathing.. She started with the normal stuff, eyes, ears, nose, throat, other stuff. She bent down and did my leg reflexes and then asked me to stand up. The exam did not last long enough and I was tented in that useless gown fabric. She tried to avoid it but the next part of the exam was the balls and scrotum part. She asked me to lift up the gown and she asked if she should pull my underwear down or should I do it. I told her to just do it. She grabbed the waistband and pulled and my cock slapped.