She walks out of the terminal wearing the shortest mini skirt, a blue tank top, a red sweater, and four inch stiletto heels. She looked smoking. But t...ere was a flaw. It was fucking freezing and she hadn't worn anything thick enough to shield from the cold. She ran up to me and pressed her perky 36C boobs right on my chest and I could feel her little nipples as hard as rocks on my pecs. I helped her get her bags into my Chevy and we took off to her new home. "So how was your flight in?" I. Not slow. Steady. All the way in. Then all the way back out…almost. Then in again. Shayla moved back into my hips as I grabbed a handful of her hair and fucked her sweet ass relentlessly. The fingers of her right hand curled into her pussy, my balls bouncing on her knuckles as we both went for it. “I’m gonna fucking come again.” she moaned. “How much time have I got?” “One minute.” I twisted her hair firmly and slammed my cock into her, hard. “How much?” “Okay! Two minutes!” . You will not keep disturbing our patients at critical times in their healing.”She apparently understood everything perfectly - right after he mentioned having her dragged before a judge to answer as to why she was harassing doctors and upsetting sick people. Once she cooled her jets, and temporarily parked her ego at the door, he calmed down and explained. “This young boy was brutally assaulted by an adult, using heavy implements that ruptured both ear drums. The brutal abuse resulted in. He should have knownbetter given that she was paying him for this charade."Oh, yes, very good. Well get up on the couch then and lift your top," DrWebley replied. He picked up the stethoscope hanging around his neck andonce Heather had climbed on the examination couch, he pretended to listenfor the baby's heartbeat."I think I hear two heartbeats. I wonder..." Dr Webley knew full well thathe was expected to announce two children, but from her position lying onthe couch, Heather thought he was.