"Good," was all she said as the cab pulled up in front of a very well appointed apartment building. We went inside and up an elevator to an open floor...loft. It must have been 2,500 square feet with very little furniture.We went through the preliminaries of asked if I wanted a drink and me asking about the etchings. Both of us knowing that was not why we were there.We went back to sucking face, pulling her t-shirt off over her head as two very large DD breasts fell out. Her tight body gave her. No, not just falsetto but like an actual lady. Likean "elegant lady would speak in her elegant way..." as Ms. Cambraiexplained it. And whaddayaknow! She's now my voice coach too. She'sapparently helped train plenty of girls on what it meant to speakproperly. I put on my best (i.e. really bad) Cockney accent and saidshe was "A genuine Professor Higgins, you is!" She raised an eyebrow atthat and, in her best governess voice, flatly informed me that if thismeant I was her 'Eliza Doolittle'. "That's just to prevent our gentleman friend from interfering with our all girl proceedings Beverly,? smiled the doctor, "I still have to run some checks upon the scar tissue before we test him."I tried to peer over the 'tutu - screen? but failed to see anything as my penis became flaccid again in response to the anaesthetic. This most peculiar sensation of a rapidly approaching orgasm and stiff, swollen, excited nipples caused me to realise that I was enjoying a full blown female orgasm. My. 4 o’clock and he was almost running to his car. Thirty minutes later he pulled in his driveway and spotted Mel in her driveway. She was leaning against the side of an older model pickup talking to a tall young black man. A push mower sat in the driveway and Ricky could see a weed-whacker and assorted tools on the back of the truck. Not to interrupt he threw up his hand when he saw her glance over. Ricky grabbed a Miller from the fridge and went upstairs to peek out the window. Mel and her new.