"Not till you feel down my bra to get it."President Washington disappeared down the scoop neck."Go ahead, Kid," Risa said. "Be a man."To this day I do...'t know if Risa ever learned my name. To her I was always Kid. While I dithered, staring at the shadowy dimple between the girl's boobs, Risa and the second friend — whom I'll call Number Three — backed into the living room and shut the vestibule door. I heard the key turn in the lock, and suddenly I noticed the key to the front-door bolt was. With his cock free, I once again started rubbing against his cock while I fondled his balls.Placing his hands on my ass, Randy squeezed my cheeks in rhythm to my stroking and soon we were both moaning and getting hot. I had no intention of sliding his cock into me, as far as I was concerned he would decide when he needed to be inside of me. I just wanted to get him so worked up that he couldn’t resist sliding that magnificent tool into my ass.Apparently Randy had other plans as he quickly knelt. I only learned his full name was Angus Michael FitzKiern after working there nearly a year.Angus winced the first time I said his first name. He reminded me so much of the big, burly guys who worked in the factories and on the docks in Belfast where I grew up. My mum died trying to give me a sister when I was four and da died on the docks in an accident when I was twelve. I was sent to America to live in Boston with mum's brother who was an abusive drunken asshole. I guess I should be thankful. Then it was back up on the table - this time, lying back with my legs in the stirrups.I tried to cover myself with the gown, but it was no use. Nurse Ashley raised the gown above my waist and began to examine my genitals. I forgot to mention that her exam room has a mirror on the ceiling and a mirror on the wall which faces the foot of the exam table. You don’t miss a thing! I saw Nurse Ashley putting on exam gloves and the next thing I know is that she’s rubbing lube (not KY jelly but some.