Joan Smith staggered unsteadily past the office sign, "Dr. Robin Walters." Her pain specialists, her movement specialists, her G.P and her psychiatris...s had her so d**gged that getting ready was a major two hour effort and she walked like she was drunk. Her pain had been with her for years. When it was under control it was an old friend. That wasn't the problem. She was thirty-two. No one wanted to talk about her problem. If she could just die, everything would be peaceful and all right.I. We heard a voice that spoke, "Hello? anyone in there? hello?" we remained quiet, trying to slow down our breathing as we froze looking at eachother. Again they spoke, "Hello.... excuse me..." We didn't say anything and after a long minute later, the foots steps seemed to walk away as they grew lighter. Knowing they were leaving I started to fuck his ass again, nice and slow but picking up the pace as the footsteps went further away. We heard the door open and close and then the car started and. Maybe I’ll get lucky!’ he said. I laughed. I thought to myself that he had a snowball’s chance in hell of doing that. ‘I always close up around four on Fridays. Most places around here do, especially when the dancing girls come over from Wichita to Arabella’s place.’ I thought to myself that it might be entertaining to see them myself. He began shaving me and like all other barbers, he commented on how tough my beard was. ‘Tough man, a tough beard, I suppose.’ he said. ‘Myself, personally, it. When I was touching her hairy muff she opened her legs for me to find her wet pussy. I was enjoying the hell out of this when she pulled my hand from her pants and got up. My cuddly, innocent niece stood in front of me and pulled her top off, I was speechless. Then she pulled her pants down and stepped out of them. I had a puzzled look on my face when she says "I've done this alot", then I understood. She stood there letting me see her naked for a minute before climbing onto me. I was in the.