When we arrived we were escorted to the exam room by the nurse my wife caught me checking her out she was a hot blond and had a body to kill for Linda...asked if I was turned on by her and I said hell yes. The nurse asked Linda to disrobe and to put on a gown that she had hung on the divider where patients would change and that they also has a new medical student that would like to be present to if she was alright with it and Linda said she was good with that, Linda undressed behind the divider. When someone saw her, her figure wouldprobably be the first thing that they'd look at, and she didn't carefor that idea at all.To put on the wooden-soled clogs that Molly had provided, she neededto sit down. "At least these ain't too girly," Myra muttered. Theyallowed her feet to slip right in; a strap closed with a buckle wentback around each heel, holding them securely. "There," she said,rising, "I'm finished." Sit back down," Irene admonished. "You're not done. Your hair..." Your hair. She always wore a loose low cut blouse with thin straps. It was plain to see she was proud of her ample tits. From what I could see there were no stretch marks and they were nice and firm looking and I never saw her wearing a bra to hold them up. During the first few months she gave me a very nice soft Swedish massage, which included the towel dr****g, little or no conversation and definitely no funny stuff. But, being a neophyte when it came to any kind of massages I enjoyed them for what they. She sat up againin the saddle, tall, her back straight, her tits jutting out proudly.Panting, she brought her trembling body momentarily under control. Shestared glassy-eyed across the stream. Being naked out in the open andsitting on a pony overwhelmed the c***d. It was unbelievable, but true.It blew her young mind.Using her hands, she caressed her own sizzling tittie meat. Tenderstrokes, light touches. Her hands became more urgent, more demanding.Kneading fingers dug into the pulpy.