”If we knew her last name, we could call the hospital for a welfare inquiry.“I’ll see what it takes to get a copy of that deputy’s report. Tho...e are public records. I’ll do that in the morning. Anything else?”I just like hearing your voice, Jason. If love is a drug, I’m in serious withdrawal. I don’t think I’ll sleep any better tonight, and I am absolutely exhausted from today.“Busy day at the clinic?”Oh, God, yes. I was run ragged. Jason -- I love the melty, sleepy feeling I have after we make. It was getting close to the time the last bus that would get me home before curfew. I was wandering around the office working out if I should just go or if I should wake her up and tell her I was going or what. Then I noticed a folder on her desk with “MCP Support Services Proposal” on the cover. I shouldn’t have opened it but, as I did, some photocopied pages slipped out. There were about a dozen, all the same, entitled “Overview for Bidders”. I was curious I guess, and took one, folded it up,. The slit was moist from pre-cum. I let my shorts slide off my hips and before they hit the ground, was pointing my throbbing cock at Kyla’s little love box and spreading her juices around.“Ooooh,” Kyla moaned and I wasn’t sure if it was because she liked seeing my cock or the way my hand and cock were getting her all moist again. She lifted her right leg off the couch to raise her hips to accommodate me. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” she moaned softly as she bit her lip and felt my cock head. When we arrived we were greeted at the door by friendly smiles, scant clothing and the offer of a fine glass of wine. Music played softly in the background as the conversation once again flowed, eventually turning to a more sexual nature. She was decked out in a white, flowing Teddy which accentuated her hourglass figure, legs so long as to make me think they would never stop. Underneath, she wore a white G-string which I hoped would not be in the way for long. A fire was made in the fireplace.