." Will you please do as I ask you, Moira? You're my doctor I don't want any other; I trust you and this I want to be a private matter between you and...me; as in any other doctor/patient relationship." Alright, is your patient's prerogative." Thanks. Will you take some more coffee, or do you want tea?"Moira made a detour to leave the samples that have to be analyzed in the lab on her way to the clinic on Monday morning. She marked them with her name to keep her mother's identity private as she. So I just pushed down the door handle without knowing the Outcome . As the door openend some steam came waving back at me . Instantly the exhaustion I felt was blown away . My gaze turned into the middle of the room to a curvy and voluptuous Figure . Who was standing in the bathtub , drying her Body parts slowly with a long white piece of towel . Running all over the firm little breasts , a sweet tummy , sweeping hips and a nice big pussy covered in dark bushy hairs . At this very moment I. Marsha had every reason to feel good about the changes. For Ron, things had not really improved except that his mother was obviously happier. So far, he had no ideas for a fantasy to replace her.Work was going well. His friendliness and dependability had built a faithful repeat clientele who asked for him by name and tipped well. Every Wednesday, the last call of the day always was a grocery order from the same woman, Mrs. Gamble. Ron liked Mrs. Gamble, she lived alone and he suspected she. "There you go, mommy." she said as she looked up at me and smiled. I thanked her and gave her a kiss on her sweet lips. "You made such a mess!" I told her, playfully scolding her. She pretended to pout. "How would you like it if I got you all messy!?" I quickly reached over for the syrup, laughing while she playfully screamed. Krista lunged backwards but I grabbed her foot and held on to her. I climbed on top of her and tipped the bottle upside down. We playfully wrestled as I drizzled the.