But when we were there a male Doctor called Helena from an examination room. My girlfriend asked for her own usual gynecologist, but this kind young m...n said she would not be available that day."Mrs. D’Angelo, are you ready? Come this way, if you please."The Doctor looked at me and told me I could go in with my friend.Helena was told to go behind a screen; to undress and put a robe on.She undressed, put on the robe and came back into the room.Then she was asked to climb on the chair and put her. Or maybe I am just a bit gun shy, for my future wife and I met in college, the marriage lasted not quite seven years, and I should have realized the quiet beauty of the village could not overcome the glamour of the affluent suburbia that had been her home before college.That my wife carried to term a beautiful baby girl that our doctor said would probably —and did—die during or just after childbirth haunted the two of us, and probably hastened our marriage's end. We still send each other. He teased me like that mercilessly for a while before he turned his head to the side and slid that wondrous tongue of his beneath the edge of my panties. I groaned hard and low in my throat as I felt his tongue glide wetly down the puffy, smooth outer lip of my young pussy. He alternated sides, delving beneath the fabric again and then again, as his tongue stroked me each time pressing in just a little further, teasing along the very edge of my slit. My whole body trembled, each pass making me. So I left the house in a skin tight black dress, barely long enough to cover my ass and cock, black stockings, long blond wig and garter and knee high stripper boots.Here I am driving down the road in my dress with a hard on making a tent. No panties because he never let me wear them. I called him to tell him I was on the way. I could tell he was jerking off in anticipation on the other end. He was talking so dirty. I was hard as a rock because he told me to never cum during the week and I.