." the physician began, taking his hands from her breasts."Hey!" protested Donna, grabbing his hands and pushing them firmly against her mammaries, "Y...u're not done with my examination. You have to feel me. You have to rub me all over."She rubbed his hands against her engorged nipples and half-reluctant, his hands began to massage her of their own accord. She leaned into them and reached down with one hand to stroke his now completely engorged cock through his dark slacks. The physician. I waved it off and told her that it was pretty funny until we both realized that I was hurt. Then I commented that from now on, I would confine my running to a track.Jane then asked what the damage was and recovery was going to involve.I told her what the doctor had told me.Jane then told me that I had passed out a couple of times while we were waiting for the paramedics. She asked if the doctor had said anything.I explained about the low blood pressure.Jane was in my room every evening. She. To encourage your wife a little more, I slid up onto the lounge and parted her legs and once again lowered my head down to her little honey pot . . . I tell you, she sure liked that”.A couple of the guys gave my neighbor high-fives and encouraging lewd comments about my wife, before he continued.“So while I was eating her out, I could see . . . I think it was Mark . . . move in on the other side of the lounge and gently swat her cheek with his erection. Knowing full well that she had to keep. “I even bought the same kind of whip, and really became very good with it.”Mindy thought that was hilarious. Even funnier than hilarious. She was laughing so hard she was crying.“We became ‘Triple-A’ and ‘Indy,’ like a wrestling team or something,” I said, with a rueful grin.By the time Mindy stopped laughing, she asked if I was ready to walk home, I told her I wasn’t sure.“Are you going to hit me anymore?” I asked, rubbing my face. Then I grinned slightly.Mindy started laughing again and said.