Sally's breathing deepened as I told her her how I had masturbated gazing at the women's breasts on the advertisement. How I had wondered what their n...pples looked like under the tight fabric of the bras they were wearing. How I had wondered how soft their breasts might feel as I caressed them. "Anyway," I finished, "I reached orgasm thinking of how good my cock would feel as it pushed in and out between the biggest pair of breasts in the advertisement." As I finished my story, Sally finished. “Their cocks are out and they’re playing with themselves now.... and they’re coming closer as if you’re drawing them in, moths to a burning flame. They’re starting to touch you … feel their hands on you … feel their arousal … do you smell it … do you smell your own arousal …?” I continued touching her, working on her nipples and pussy as if I was those men and within seconds she had tipped herself into a shuddering climax, moaning out loud as she quivered, unable to hold herself back. I. She gently pushed him back and kissed his chest, and tongued his nipples. Then his stomach and as she reached there her hair fell over his cock, staining her hair. She smiled; she would need quite a detailed bath in the morning, including washing her hair. A corner of her mind reminded her to do this before she came face to face with her husband in the morning. She used her night gown to cover the upward thrusting pillar and wiped him with a couple of thrusts. The boy winced as this proved a. She was here for a physical, and always felt a sense of nervous anticipation about the check up. Her doctor, Richard Stapp, had been her physician for several years now, and was also their family doctor. He was very good, and always gave her a thorough and lengthy examination. They had been going to him ever since Lisa's husband had become acquainted with him at the golf club. Dr. Stapp was a very handsome man in his late fifties, and was a well-respected member of the community.Glancing around.