As I told she starting of the story she is nurse. Now she became head nurse, she know how to treat me. So she sat beside me and doing massage with col... cloth on my body.She was wearing a saree below the navel she sat just opposite me and applying the cold cloth to my body. By seeing the hip and navel, I cannot able to control, I remember my child wood things about her breast feeding and hip and ass. I got so much mood. I cannot able to control just I placed my hand on her hip and pressed her.. The truck has now pulled into the morning traffic, and Vicky is drawing a lot of attention. Guys are honking their horns, cars are dangerously swaying all over the place as people are trying to capture the scene with their cell phone cameras, and people on the street are stopping in awe at the site of Vicky hogtied and tormented on the bed of the truck.The truck continues to drive through traffic for what seems like quite a while, though in truth it's only been about 15 minutes. Vicky's. ‘Oh god, Jenni, I’ve missed you so much,’ I said. ‘I know, I know,’ she said, ‘I’m sorry.’ When she kissed me, I nearly died of joy. That little kiss became deeper and more intense until we were moaning into each other’s mouths as our tongues fought for more. I wanted to rip her clothes off right there in the living room but that might be dangerous simply because Mom and my s****r were prone to walking in without so much as a word of warning that they were coming. ‘Help me up,’ I said. She. He asks why not. I throw out several reasons, but none seem good enough. He licks the tip, a tiny drop. “Its different…” he says. “Sick dude!” I say, though, in a weird way, its kind of hot. “Try some.” He says, then wipes the finger on my lips before I can move away. He’s right, it is different…“I cant believe you made me do that…” He smiles. “You know you were curious too.”I shake my head and stand up. “Shower?”He carefully stands up, trying not to dump the puddle of our mess everwhere. Some.