She asked why that happened and I said it does that every once in a while. I told her there was only one way to fix it. She asked how and I said I had...to rub a lotion on it. I pointed to a bottle of lotion on my dresser and asked her to do it for me since she was the doctor. She wasn't sure about it, so I told her that real doctors do whatever they need to to help a patient.She hesitated, then nodded and got the lotion. She asked what she nodded to do. I lay on the bed and said she needed to. But I had to try.“What could possibly make you think that?” I asked, careful to keep my voice even.“Her relationship with him, and Albert has an uncanny resemblance to him. The alternative is that he’s Albert’s dad, but I can’t IMAGINE that to be true. And your reaction tells me I’m right.”“If only I hadn’t been drinking water, I might have made it. Do you know how dangerous it is to even VOICE that idea? To ANYONE?”“It’s just you, me, and the four walls here. So unless someone has a video. ’ I pulled back to reality to see his irritation aimed at me. ‘Yes, sorry. Sorry, Tom.’ He rose to his feet and buttoned up his double-breasted jacket. ‘I should go. I forgot I have a client to see.’ He checked his watch. ‘There’s time to drop you off.’ My food was untouched. ‘No, Tom. You carry on. I’ll finish my lunch.’ ‘Here,’ he said, as he folded the napkin around the sandwich. ‘You can take it with you.’ ‘No!’ Tom looked startled at my abruptness. ‘Fair enough. You’ll get a taxi?’ ‘Of. Carla was doing her best to keep her arse sticking up in the air, as Michelle had instructed. Carla looked at Michelle, who was now folding her panties into her hand.Michelle said “You don’t mind if I keep these as a souvenir, do you?” Staring directly at Carla, Michelle lifted the crotch of the panties to her nose and sniffed them. “No.” gasped Carla, thinking, “Oh my God, she’s so sexy, I can’t believe how horny she’s making me.”Michelle pocketed the young girl’s panties and spoke to her in a.