She invited me in and made me a glass of chocolate milkshake. We sat for a while and she asked how long I had been admiring her. I came clean with her...explaining how I had always liked her clothing and how she dressed.She sent me home but asked me to visit her house early the next day so we could talk some more. She was really nice and made me feel good. I had never found a woman I could talk to so openly before and it felt really special to share my thoughts and feelings. The next day I. Men didn't want to marry a divorced woman. There were a lot of things men did want to do with a divorced woman ... but marriage wasn't one of them. She had gotten married to be able to have children. Working with the poor things at Mavis' house was fine - she loved that - but she wanted her own children so much it hurt. She had assumed, when she came to work for Mavis, that all the children were orphaned by disease, or accident, or perhaps, in the odd circumstance, crime. She was horrified to. (I hadn’t commanded him to think of it. It’s just a natural thing the mind does. When someone asks a question, you automatically look up the answer in your mind and then evaluate whether or not to answer the question based on the answer itself.)I turned around and found the life-size picture of the old document hanging on the wall behind us. I walked up to it get a closer look, and as I finished feeling out the first two lines, I realized the doctor was getting rather angry and was telling. She stiffened up....then the familiar tremour over her whole body as she came hard on my cock, crying out into his mouth, I felt those little pulses on my cock that grip, let go, grip, let go, her juices running out of her dribbling down me, dripping off my balls, she was gushing.She broke their kiss, gasping and panting, she was ours now, our bitch on heat, we'd each broken her, each filled her. But she wasn't finished yet, she was just getting warmed up."Oh god!" She exclaimed still panting.