He was watching television.He was a very flirtatious man. He was a retired plastic surgeon by trade. He liked talking about body parts and often would...try and pick up Sasha. He was a good-looking old man. He liked giving Sasha compliments and would beg to see her breasts and butt. Sasha was very professional and would never let him see anything.She did let him pat her buttocks and get a look down her scrubs. She had a lot of cleavage because she had big breasts. Sometimes his hands would. Reopening the tunnel where only dainty fingers usually played, reminding her of her femininity, making her juices churn and her heart flutter as first gently then more firmly then forcibly he thrust against her holding her shoulders to get a better purchase until finally he was fully sheathed inside her, his thick curly pubic hair raking her freshly shaven mound and tickling the area around her now exposed clit, his manly chest now so close her pert little breasts that she felt the hairs on. He couldn’t have had a better view of her breasts if she were actually naked. His breathing became ragged and his eyes rolled madly in a state of total delight. Sandra squealed with embarrassment and tried to cover herself the best she could with her tiny hands. She was still blushing and trembling when she felt the palm of his hand on the small of her back as he led her through the hallway. “Don’t be embarrassed around me. I’m 68 years old, love,” he said jovially. “I’ve seen more young. Suddenly she stopped pulling herself tightly against me, nesting her head on my shoulder and hands under the back of my shirt. Many moments pasted by as I was sure this was quickly about to come to an end. I sat cherishing her intoxicating perfume and the worm softness of her arms and hands against my back. As my senses wondered I felt a growing worm heat emerging between us and a brainwashing sensual smell became potent in the air as I am sure she was well aware of my erect manhood that was.