I looked down where it rested, then shifted my gaze to his face. He was facing forward, but his eyes shifted toward me, then his hand, and back to me....He smiled ever so slightly. Now was the time to object if I was going to, but I didn’t. Something about him and his bold hand had me mesmerized. Here I was, in a public place, a strangers hand creeping up my leg, and all I could do was try to keep from hyperventilating. Back to my book again. The gentle swaying of the railroad car making it. Dr. John then turned to me and said, "You can leave the room now." Not so much as a handshake or a hello. I already was aware that I wouldn't be allowed to remain in the room, but Dr. John's attitude surprised me. Jan squeezed my hand and told me she would be alright and would see me in a minute, then I walked out of the room.The following series of events caused me great consternation. I had left Jan in the labor room alone with Dr. John. There were no nurses with them but at the moment, I. . love you too. You know I'd give my life foryou." Isn't your daughter sweet," remarked the clerk, a plump teen girl."Honey, you're a very lucky girl. You obviously love pink" (the colorof Blair's entire outfit -sneakers, socks, underwear, skirt, halter topand hair ribbon) "and your mother has bought you a big chunk of Barbie'sworld of pink. Has anyone told you, cutie pie, that you look just likeBarbie? Are you ever lucky to have naturally blonde hair."Blair blushed (while secretly pleased. I closed her door and took off my clothes. I climbed onto her unmade bed and lay my head on her pillow. My cock was already diamond hard. I put the picture of her that I had taken all those years ago when she was in her bikini on her bedside table. I looked at the picture as I jacked on my cock and sniffed her panties. She must have worn them for more than one day because the smell was really rich this morning. There was a white crust from her pussy juice in the crotch of her panties. I.