I need a sling." She gestured to her right leg. I could see the boot and part of the ankle at an unnatural angle to her upper leg."Mils, I want to exa...ine your leg. Is that all right?" Hell, yes!" She said, obviously hoping I could create a miracle cure for her.I helped her stretch the injured leg out in front of her. I carefully unlaced and removed the hiking boot and sock, using every care not to twist or pull on her foot. Mils had pretty toes with manicured nails painted in a soft feminine. Damn they are good she thinks. Sissy slides her hand to Brad’s leg. Brad leans back into her boobs more and his eyes become droopy. The parents are fuckingSissy leans into whisper into Brads ear “This is crazy – look at them go!”Brad, “yeah – it is crazy.” This is sick too he thinks, but he does not get up or look away. “Are you getting horny?” She breathes into his ear – trying to make no more noise than the frogs. “Damn Sissy – leave me alone” he says a little too loud. They pull back form. I paused at the door for more than a few mins. I could tell she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose because her slip was slid up just enough to catch a glimpse of the top of her stockings. Her tiny nipples were standing up hard as pebbles under the thin fabric. I couldn't believe this old lady was giving me a hard on! I stepped into the room and moved closer to the bed. As I walked around the room I could see up her slip and she had a very hairy cunt. It was sticking out the sides of some. ”“Igor Ivanovitch, I have followed every step of your argument and the information about Professor Dawney is ... let’s just say interesting, but I was expecting more that a wearisome recitation of the problems and challenges in front of us? Have you anything actually positive to say or good news to tell me, or even a logical step which might lead us out of this mess?”“But of course Anatoly Sergeyevitch. I have a proposal.”“A proposal?”“We must regain the initiative. We must begin to manage.