I sat down again, and tried to wait patiently. The time stretched like a rubber. The doctor came in just as I was about to stand up again. He was in ...is sixties, short and plump, with ruddy cheeks. “Well, let’s see what we have here now? A beautiful, young lady!” he said and adjusted his glasses. Jill awarded him with a faint, tortured smile. The doctor came closer and got ready to remove the splint. A minute later, he slipped his hand under her calf, lifted her injured leg slightly and. Out of purpose I had removed my shorts and was totally nude under the blanket. She called me but I acted like I’m sleeping. She hesitated to enter my room.But she did and now called me from even near. Still, my cock wasn’t visible. When she called me in the ear I acted like I was startled. I immediately took off the blanket to expose my fit body and erected member. She was staring there with horrified eyes.I acted like I’m still not getting the situation only to extend the show a bit more. Now. She even has a bit of a clue as to just how much I do love it but she doesn’t know the full extent of it or about my bi sexuality that I managed to keep under control for most of our marriage. My fetish came back in a big way after I lost my job that I had for many years and decided to get into residential real estate to take advantage of the boom that was going on. One Sunday at an open house that wasn’t going exactly as I had hoped, my dirty mind kicked in and as I was looking at some family. He told me in his unpacking of crates he had not found the box with the kitchen appliances yet and he could really use a cup of coffee if I had some. I told him that I would be happy to put a pot on and that it would be ready in fifteen minutes. He thanked me and said he would be up shortly. When I got back into my apartment and closed the door, I had to lean against it to get my breath. God, I would like to have some of him. I threw the coffee on and went to the bedroom to change. I put on.