“How does it feel?” The Doctor asked as he walked up towards Tracey’s face. “Wet!” Came the reply. “In fact very wet!”The Doctor lea...ed over a very nervous Tracey who could feel her pussy being touched by the Nurse and she knew it was getting wetter by the minute as the probing continued. He put his stethoscope on and placed the metal tip just below Tracey’s large soft breast. “Breath in!” He commanded and Tracey obeyed. “Again?” She did as she was told again. Then the Doctor placed. "I agree..." I started out, "that 'underwear' means women's bras as well as panties."Janice smiled broadly, triumphant. She hopped out of her chair and pulled me to my feet."Excellent!" she said, gleefully. "Then you'll have no reason to complain if I ask you to wear a matching bra for your panties."Janice showed me a matching, lacy pink bra. The delicate embroidery design on the bra matched the panties.I hung my head, "I guess not." You guess not?" she asked, mockingly. "Is that all of the. She then looked down, and became rather uneasy at what she saw. She was standing on a white cloud. A cloud?! Her mind now raced, and she became panicky. That is, until a figure emerged seemingly from nowhere. Even by the shadow, she knew it was a male. She also knew it was not her husband. But somehow, she was not afraid. Her heart slowed its pace, and she found herself moving towards the mysterious man. As she got closer, she noticed his buldging muscles, his dark hair, and his tall frame. He. That means she was Christ’s sister!”“Could be,” Frank admitted, “though none of us who knew her ever considered that possibility. And when she came back seventy-five years later, she never mentioned it.”“Seventy-five? I thought you said it was forty years – keeping it in the context of a religious event, you know, like – forty years in the desert, forty days and forty nights, stuff like that,” Tally explained.“You sound like you don’t believe me,” Frank ventured.“No, it isn’t that,” Tally said,.