He scowled at the rubble, brushing himself down as he did so.Freddie Clegg had found the blitz a lot less of an imposition than most of his fellow Lon...oners. While many of them were spending uncomfortable nights in the Underground or in makeshift shelters of their own, Clegg was hard at work. The raids were coming almost every night now. Two hundred bombers at a time or more they said. He'd watched them fly over many times - Heinkels with their soft rounded wings; Junkers, engines throbbing. There it was, and it was beautiful. Pink, wet, and inviting! When Janet settled back down from the panty removal, she had done so with her legs parted much more than before. The game had clearly ended, and the hot sex was about to begin. I slathered her ass, and inner thighs heavily with almond oil, and then climbed up from the bottom of the table. To make room for my knees between hers, Janet readily spread her legs wider, opening a pink gap between her wet labia that almost glowed. At the. Lots of times. Why had he looked at her like that? Her mind flickered to his comment that she was “sexy.” She’d wanted to believe that, but it was impossible. She was a skinny bald girl, with two or three months to live, if she was lucky. Everybody had told her that when she started going downhill, it would happen fast. She’d get very, very sick, and then die. It would probably only take a week or two.Yet, he had looked at her like she was a woman ... maybe even a sexy woman.He still hadn’t. ‘Do you really need me here?’ I asked as the nurse stepped out. I was having troubles looking Dominique in the eyes. ‘Of course,’ Dominique replied, kicking her feet against the exam table to entertain herself. ‘You’re here to keep me company.’ I found myself fidgeting on the chair, incredibly uncomfortable. Beads of sweat were rolling down my legs. My slack pants, which were a size too big for me, felt so tight I was having a hard time breathing. I felt like a girl in a corset from some old.