It’s just that, if word ever got out that I had sex with a patient, I could lose my license!”“Yeah, that would be awful! And your wife would pro...ably divorce you on the spot!”He weighed that thought for moment. “No. No, that would go into the plus column. But damn, Marty, I don’t even remember how I let it get so far. One minute we were talking, and the next minute she was sitting on my naked lap bouncing up and down on, um, well, the best erection I’ve had in twenty-five years! Everything in. They filled me up so much, my tongue was underneath their cum. I slowly took their meat out of my mouth, carful not to loose any cum. I started to crawl out of my stall and into theirs. I haven't even put any of my cloths back on. I was crawling thru and the black guys smacked my ass a few times, told me I was gonna be their new Saturday night facefuck. I attempted to smile, but my mind was fixed on finally getting this fucking beer! I went out of the glory hole room, into the bar, which of. I hope no one can see me in the darkened theater. As I'm watching the movie, I get the feeling I'm being watched. Since I'm the only woman in the theater, I'm not surprised. I squint in the dark to see that a tall, handsome black man is turned around in his seat and is watching me with lust in his eyes as I stroke my pussy. At first, I'm embarrassed to be caught touching myself in public. But then I see he has his big cock in his hands and is stroking it while watching me. His eyes look. .I remembered Jane and the girls playing house in here. My aunt kept the place clean up here for there was not speck of dust. Jane came over, dragging the trunk."What are you doing?" I ask."I thought we could take this stuff out to see them better."The next few minutes were spent unrolling charts, examining the tools, and so on. The charts were from about ten years ago...plus a few were from the sixteen hundreds. (Had to be REALLY careful with those.) As I was looking at the old bag, Jane.