“Very nice. Your husband is a lucky man.” I then bit my lower lip. She smiled. “I don’t think I can do this. I’ve never shown anyone else wh...t’s under my shirt. I make my husband turn off the lights when I change or get ready for bed. He once got so disgusted how they looked, that I don’t show them to him any more.” I paused for a second or two before I motion for her to pull up her shirt. “I’m not your husband, Mrs. Wheeling. Either show me or go back outside and wait for him to get up and. The only thing it can't do is get erect. ShallI show her what I've done?" Dr. Angel asked."Oh of course. By all means show my little darling," Imogene smirked.Using a large hand mirror Dr. Angel angled it so Mary Margaret couldsee. She shrieked then fainted. What she saw was a realistic lookinglimp six-inch circumcised penis and hairy scrotum."She is going to need to see a certified therapist if you go anyfurther. I can recommend Dr. Thelma Vitner. She's very particular inwho she takes on. Nyreen ran the dildo up and down my slit and put the cockhead into my pussy and thrusted shallowly as I moaned. Oh, how she was going to pay for teasing me. I shoved her on the bed and slammed the dildo deep into my wet pussy. I bounced on the dildo passionately and aggressively. Rolling my hips and letting my tits wantonly fly everywhere as I bounced and rode the dildo. My pussy ached from the violent vibrations and I bounced deeper and moaned loudly. Nyreen watched me and played with her tits. I'm not sure if the rightthing even exists." Would you care to try to describe it?" Well, it would be tough. It gets kind of deep and personal." I'm listening." I don't know that you really want to go there." Try me." I don't know." I think I know where you're going." Oh, really? I didn't know I was going anywhere." I rode behind you on the four-wheeler last week and this morning whileyou slept, not meaning to pry, I was looking for some sweat pants, sodo you always dress like a girl?I was.