This was a first for her being on top of a man as opposed to having him draped over her. She enjoyed the ability to guide the process of their fucking... she couldn't quite call it lovemaking, and working to make sure Michael's young tool hit the right spots in her. She looked at the young man under her, his eyes open but in slits as he felt himself massaged by the girl's velvety sex; he reached a hand up and cupped her breast feeling the nipple gently with a finger. Wendy gasped as the feeling. I could tell he was fully loaded by the amount of precum he gave up every few strokes and I could tell it would not be long before he made his deposit in me. We kept rocking back and forth as I did my work and I could tell he appreciated my efforts. A few more minutes passed and when I thought he could not get much harder he did and then with only a slight change in his stroke he exploded in to my mouth and down my throat. He held my head from the back with both hands and drained himself down. I was starting to get a little hard, though. After a minute or two, Jess knocked on the door.“Are you ready yet?”I reached for the doorknob and opened it a bit. Her face was right there in the door and she pushed it open. The clerk was standing there too.I must have hesitated to come out for a second too long, because they both prompted me to get my ass out of the changing room.Looking me up and down, Jess said to the clerk, “You’re right, I do like that. But let’s try some others to. He wrote on his clipboard once again before saying, I noticed the bandages on your arms. It says here on your chart that you had to have stitches on some pretty big gashes. What were those from? She didnt reply. Miss Andrews, did you hurt yourself? Again, no reply. The nurse sighed, realizing the girl was not going to talk to him. He finished his notes, and then slid his pen into the pocket of his scrubs. Alright Miss Andrews, you can follow me. He led her out of the small exam room, and down.