Wet dream, nurse."She took a step back and looked ascance at the muscular 36-year-old, her hands planted on her hips. "At your age, Mr Reynolds? I har...ly think so; nocturnal emissions are usually experienced by adolescents. Do you want me to get that sheet changed?" No, don't bother. I can live with it," he replied nonchalantly.She lowered her voice and said with a smirk, "Well if you don't want to get me the sack, just cover it up when the consultant comes on his rounds, would you?" Sure." He. ” I told her.“I know and I know he asked you to take care of me and help me. Well I need you to help me with something right now and I need you to take care of it a lot.” She said looking at me, giggling, at the look on my face.She got up and walked over toward me. As she did she untied the side strings to that little piece of cloth that just barely covered her tight hairless pussy slit and anal entrance and dropped it to the ground. She stopped and stood right next to me then she spread her. She came into the house like she always did, giving everyone a big hug and two kisses on each cheek (European thing to do) and kissing my cheeks and hugging me was no different, although this time when she hugged me I noticed just how big and nice her tits felt on my chest as I hugged her a little tighter and longer then usual.But other then that, these visits were usually once every two weeks and always more or less about the same things. Her checking on the k**s and my wife. We never really. "That's the lousiest sketch I've ever seen." What do you want from me, Ang. I can't draw, big deal. This whole thing is your idea so come up with another solution to my lousy drawing," answered Carl crossly."Wait, wait," Angie replied excitedly. "Let me get some clip art down. I know that we have a book of flowers." Angie started to rummage through the volumes on a back shelf off her office. " Here it is, let me leaf through this. Aha, here we go - a lily. Now, is this like the one on Scott's.