I couldn’t help but notice that Alison was looking at my crotch and it wasn’t until after I left the surgery that I discovered why. I couldn’t b...lieve that she booked thee appointment while all the time staring at my cock which was visible through my open fly, poor girl, it couldn’t have been easy.It was only because I decided to pop into the toilets in the park that I realised my fly was open, what a wasted opportunity with Alison had I known. I waved at Doris as I passed the kiosk wand walked. To keep myself ready, fresh and rejuvenated. For the hectic activities afterwards. When I am there, each and everyday, I want to take a bath with you. You would be wearing a bra and and a panty… hmm… let me see how you would be looking at that point of time… Umm… well… Your feline beauty would be accentuated by the black bra… once wet, it would fit smugly around your breasts, bringing to light the firmness of the same. The nipples would jutt outwards… there would be wisps of pubic hair, peaking. Then there were my classmates at school who taunted me. I learned to live with the names and cruel jokes over the years, but I never learned how to not let it bother me. Many days after school I would sit in my room and cry my eyes out. But today had been the worse.My tormentor's name was Daniel Lewis, a boy about my age who was the high school prankster. He got his laughs at the expense of others; by playing jokes and making his victims look foolish. Even knowing this, I was so desperate to. Oh no, nothing of the sort! Betsy turned off the ceiling light. The bedside lamp provided a good level of background lighting. The decision was to leave it on or not? Royce had been a man who’d preferred it off, as apparently many men and women did. But Royce was no longer in the frame. Betsy decided she wanted the light on – this was probably a oncer and he would be away by daylight. At some stage she’d like to examine his dick out of curriosity. His physique looked awesome, so why waste one.