He repeated that he was tired but that he would be up for rubbing me down. I stood there just looking at him getting ready for bed. He wore tight blac... boxer briefs, which I absolutely love. My honey has the best looking ass I have ever seen on a man. He has a head of blond hair with some gray, steel blue eyes and fine thin lips. Those lips maybe thin and fine, but when he kisses me so passionately I just melt. I crawled onto the bed and I made sure that my breasts were very close to his head. Her heart was pounding out her chest and she was amazed by how aroused she was. She looked at herself in the mirror as she let the dress fall about her feet. Her nipples where rock hard, jutting out from her small pink areola and they felt amazingly sensitive. Slipping out of the black lace panties she had worn she ran her finger through her lips and was amazed by how wet they came out. She stood upright again and stared into her own eyes in the mirror, psyching herself up for the night ahead,. They hadstraps in the wrist and shoulder areas, which she buckled together. Mydoubled up arms were trapped in the confining sleeves, my hands coveredand made useless."That's so funny. Now you have wings like a duck. Flap them for me,Gingerbread."What else could I do? I was so disabled. Moving my arms up and down,I made her grin. She knelt in front of me and air-kissed a spot aboutan inch from my lips. Then she reached out and retrieved the finalpiece of rubber. It was a hood. I. Even then it was a bit self selective.Our weirdest psych nurses were the ones that volunteered for thisposting. And that was saying something. For if you knew anything aboutpsych nurses, being defined as a weird psych nurse was the ironicepitome of an oxymoron.For, putting it bluntly for those yet to catch my drift, there was, inmy opinion, no such thing as a normal psychiatric nurse.Of course, holding this viewpoint was not well received , when I had towork with them, so I wisely kept it to.