When my mom explained the problem to the doctor, he asked a few basic questions about her health, and next, he asked her to sit on the examination tab...e so that he can run some tests.My mom was looking very sexy. She was wearing leggings and a top, her curves were clearly visible. Dr. Sharma took his stethoscope and directly placed it on her boobs over the dress. He asked her to breathe heavily. I could see my mom’s huge boobs rising and dropping when she was breathing heavily.He moved the. And besides he had an ex-wife, and might know a good divorce attorney. There was also the problem of hiding my final check.I didn't want Sheila to get it.Martin poured me a double as I walked into the barroom. "After last night, I figure you could use one." he stated with great sympathy.I downed the glass in one gulp. He looked at me in shock. I really didn't drink that way. So I told him my story from when I left his bar last night.When I got done, I had the name of his divorce attorney, an. I try to explain to her that I was cold, but she doesn't really care. At this point, we have about another 90 minutes before my wife finishes her half marathon, so we sit in silence for a little bit. Crystal then tells me she understands why I was playing with myself because it is pretty cold, and then she asks me if we can turn the car on for a little bit. I start the car and we blast the heat to full power, with the understanding that we'll keep the car running long enough to reheat the. It wouldn’t take much; I was so ready to cum.But he kept me there, on the edge. It was wonderful and all, but I wanted to cum so fucking bad. I needed to cum, and that thought dominated my mind over everything else.“You need to understand something, Emily, what I’m doing is between me and your cunt. You’re just along for the ride. Your cunt and I have an understanding. It loves what I’m doing; it knows I’m going to make it cum and it wants to cum on my fingers more than anything else right now..