"If you want," he saidgently, "we can do some plastic surgery on you and give you amastectomy. I don't recommend that, of course, because any kind ofu...necessary surgery is not good for the body. Also, we don't know howyou will be affected, with your age and your unique body chemistry andall..."I buried my head in my hands. "I'll be this way forever..."In the end, I decided to sign the papers. The doctor said that I shouldtalk to the family first, and we should all decide and sign together.So, I. Until I touched her cheek.I slowly let the hand find it's way down the front of her neck, the little area of exposed skin above her dress, then still down, to cup a breast through the material. A little squeeze and then a gentle rub, her mouth pressed harder to mine, and her lips opened, her tongue pushing it's way between my lips, to gently probe.My hands dropped to hold her side, I slid them down to her hips, and she pushed them against me. Her hands went behind her back, I heard the zip. He moved it in and out slowly, just enough to tease. He bore down on her nub with his tongue, pressing it, flicking it from side to side. She quivered, shoving up at him. He could feel her wetness on his face, and her growing excitement.He slipped a second finger in, and then sucked the skin over her nub. She caught her breath, and then he felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on his finger, spasm after spasm as she quaked. Her channel was flooded with her moisture, and she pushed her hips. Endlich konnte ich die bohrende Ungewissheit nicht länger ertragen. In meiner Situation am Arbeitsplatz ergab sich die Gelegenheit, meine Frau diesbezüglich zu prüfen. Die Firma, für die ich arbeitete, plante einige größere Entlassungen und jeder in der Firma war sich dessen bewusst. Obwohl ich wusste, dass meine Arbeit ziemlich sicher war, war ich in der Minderheit und jeder in der firma zeigte sich von seiner besten seite und wartete auf die Entscheidung, wen er entlassen würde. Ich wusste.