“Listen Alan, I’m not angry, I don’t intend to tell your mother that you were looking up my clothes, but I should explain that she told me how s...e walked in on you when you were masturbating.”The boy started to cry, again Evelyn placed her hand on his leg, this time he did not flinch. “Listen Alan, your mother felt awkward about walking in on you, I explained that it was natural for boys of your age to have the need to relieve themselves, but she was still worried about it causing a rift. I look at my hand some more and, now that my eyes have adjusted, I lookaround. There's an older guy in an expensive looking suit here, whomust be the chief. A nurse in uniform is coming into the room, carryinga small plastic cup with a straw in it. She looks about forty, a littleon the heavy side, sweet and matronly. She comes over to my bed andpresses a switch and a motor lifts my back up to a sitting position."Here, Sweetie. Dr. Andrews said you asked for water. Sip it slowly."She puts the. ” ~ ~ ~ ONE WEEK LATER:What a difference a week can make.It was a warm spring afternoon in the city and I could feel a pleasant breeze coming off the East River. I had left home and walked those few blocks over to the same café where I had sat with Jeanie a week earlier. I was comfortably clothed for springtime in a short-sleeved, summer dress and sandals and clutching a copy of the Village Voice newspaper. I don’t think I even glanced at a page. I was wondering if she would show up at all.Then. I gently parted her lips with my fingers and lowered my mouth to her pussy, barely touching it with my lips. I breathed in the heat and aroma that was coming from her before, as skillfully as I could, I dipped my tongue as far into her as I could. This is my favorite part, the creaminess of a woman who has thoroughly been worked up. She let out an almost orgasmic moan. I was licking inside her as far as my tongue could reach, and she tasted so good. I then easily slid two fingers in her and.