I gently cupped each one in a hand and complimented her on the look and feel.“Some guys don’t like them,” she said.I assured her they were perfe...t.I pulled at the opening of my pants and lifted my buttocks off from the seat cushion of the couch, just enough to push my trousers and bikini-bottom underwear downward.“Let me help you,” she intoned, standing up and helping to strip me of my pants and underwear, my nine-inch hardened tool coming into full view. I reached forward and reciprocated,. I started dressing about twenty years ago when our two daughters were off to college and we were empty nesters. Out of curiosity I tried my wife’s panties on one day while she was gone. It really felt good – different. I was not sure this was right and afraid of getting caught so I did not keep them on too long. Over time I occasionally would try her panties on those occasions I was home alone. Eventually I tried on her bra – 38C. It was tight but again I enjoyed the feeling of wearing her bra. As I take a seat I think I catch Dr. Adams eyes fixed on what seems to be far below my neckline, but as I raise my head he promptly makes eye contact. I want to be out of here as quickly as possible. Without delay I describe my symptoms for what I assume to be a chest infection. Dr. Adams however, is not entirely convinced. Typical! He says he would like to examine me and asks me to lie on the bed. I reluctantly comply, thinking this completely unnecessary. I lay down on my back as Dr. Adams. She suddenly asked me, “What are you doing under the table?” I was startled by her question. With a confused face, I pulled my hand onto the table. In between our chat, she suddenly asked me, “Do you have a crush on me?” I was not able to answer and was a bit hesitant.She again said, “It’s okay, tell me.” With a shiver in my throat, I said, “Yes.” She readily asked another question, “Were you spying on me?” This time with confidence, I said, “Yes.” She then asked me. “When and what did you.