I went to the loo and saw her waiting at the door to the ladies'. I spoke to her and said she seemed to be enjoying herself and knocking back the whit... wine. She told me it was her son's christening and so she was letting her hair down.A little while later, I saw her husband and he was holing the baby and saying he was taking the baby home. She said she would stay a while longer and get a taxi. Minutes later she came into the garden and started chatting to me and said she was letting her hair. ..what is he thinking? If he was s*******n she wouldn't want anything to do with him, of course. All that interested her about him is that he’s an "older man". "So mature". Yeah, he thinks, real mature, alright. Living in his parents' house, rent-free while they're away until the spring. No job. A bunch of underachiever friends. Does she realize I'm such a loser? Well, whatever, I'm going to get the chance to see her in a bathing suit, he thinks guiltily. God, those breasts. Still incredulous,. ”“Absolutely. Thank you, Reverend.”“It’s Dulcie, doctor.”His eyebrows rose. “Then I shall be Evan, if you will.”She smiled. You know, that smile could melt the hardest heart, I think. Doctor Jones showed us to a meeting room and left us there. Dulcie sat discreetly in a corner, and I waited, standing in the middle of the room.Doctor Jones ushered Alice into the room and I greeted her.“Hello, Alice. I’ve come to have another chat with you. How are you feeling?”“I am fine, Mister Abercromby. I. He lifted his ass off the bed so I could be rid of the underwear, and there he was, beautiful, his cock hard and waiting for me. He was about seven inches long and slightly thicker near the head, and it was perfectly straight, hard and quivering. I resisted the urge to touch it—I wanted to taste him first, and so leaned down and ran the tip of my tongue up its length. He smelled of musk and tasted salty and hot. I reached the head and ran my tongue around in his precum for a moment while he.