..He got up and moved between Tina's legs. She got excited for a moment but then saw that he still wasn't hard. He was looking intently at her crotch....Then he moved his face down there, pushing aside her pubic hair with his fingers, exploring.Outside, the storm had cleared and the sun was out again, so he had sufficient light to make out her pussy lips and something odd, a nubbin near the top, like the head of a very tiny penis. He licked it tentatively.Tina gasped in pleasure. What had he. White painted walls and a myriad of horizontal and vertical black stained beams decorated the main entrance foyer and lounge. Colourful rugs formed islands over hardwood floors and a range of antique tables and chairs were placed with a comfortable ease. Behind the bar a mahogany cabinet displayed an assortment of golfing paraphernalia and photographs of men holding silver trophies. A wide staircase from the bar led up to the bedrooms on the upper floors and in a recess at the end of the bar. I was afraid that you were going to pull the stitches in your shoulder. Here let me check."She the pulled back the short sleeve of his hospital gown, and checked the bandage. "Well no seepage that I can see," she said and looked up at his face with a smile. "That's a good sign... but we'll still have to change the dressing later." She then took the thermometer from his mouth, checked it, and made a notation on his chart. "Well you're not running a fever, and your pressure is just fine."Finally. "Steven immediately looked interested. "What's that?" My annual mammogram." You've never really said much about them before. Is it awkward to show your breasts to a physician?"She considered her answer. "Well, yes, it is, and it seems like doctor's offices are always cold." She regretted giving him the mental picture he was now surely forming... Wife, half-naked, hard nipples, distinguished doctor fondling her breasts. It was time to turn him away that particular thought."I've done it often.