And hedid, I could fell his cock pressing on my belly. I touch it with myhand, and he said, "oh yes." He liked it too. I climbed down to hisorgan, loo...ed at it, and didn?t know what to do.Maston said, "Kiss it." I did a couple of times, ad he liked it verymuch. "Lick it" she said. I stuck my tongue out and began licking it.He moaned very loud. I had my hands around it and suddenly I felt anurge to have it in my mouth, so I opened my my mouth and took it in."Just like an icecream," said matron.. I heard the toilet flush and then heard the water running at the sink. Soon Tammy came walking out of bathroom wearing her red blouse with it pulled down as low as she could in the front to cover her black panties with and ankle socks. She had removed her jeans just like I had asked. I pointed towards the bed. “Go over to the bed and take down your panties and bend over the footboard of the bed.” “Elbows on the mattress”“What!” “I assumed you would make me take my jeans off.” “No problem”.. Even opening my legs as wide as they could go, it was still almost unbearable. The two of them sat and watched, smiling and sipping their drinks, as I writhed around. The climaxes came too fast to count. I lay twitching helplessly for each one, then bounced my buttocks against the floor, sucking it in deeply with my soaking wet cunt. Squealing and almost crying with ecstasy, I squirmed and rolled for what felt like an hour. I finished on my face, belly and knees, bottom bobbing up and down in. I put it aside until I was alone. Then I started to read.I wish I hadn't read that book. I wish Clare hadn't found it. I wish she had thrown it away before giving it to me. It's too late now.The book was Nurse Jones' personal and private diary. It wasn't continuous. All entries were timed and dated. Sometimes a day or two was missed; sometimes there was a gap of weeks. The latter pages had several entries a day until the end.When the diary started a couple of years before Nurse Jones' death she.