“Yes, Mrs. Grant. Hello. I brought Marilyn home.”“Come upstairs now.” That clearly wasn’t directed at him. Well, the kiss had been nice whil... it lasted.“Love you,” he whispered.“I love you, too,” she said loudly. She’d said it before, and he believed she did, but this was for her mom to hear.At home, he used his key but gave the family’s two quick rings to let Mrs. Bryant know that someone else was in the house. She came out to greet him.“Andy! You hungry?”“Well, we stopped for lunch. Let me. He was an enthusiastic student as she guided him to things and places he’d only thought about or seen pictures of. His tongue got her off, which scared him at first.He had, of course, quickly recovered from his orally-induced orgasm, so she guided him into the classic missionary position for copulation. Damn it felt good to have a hard shaft stroking her love canal again! He lasted a respectable amount of time before the hot spurts of his cream soaked her insides. She rubbed herself to a peak. He went and put on a surgical gown and mask, and a pair of rubber gloves. At first, I thought he was going to operate on me or something. But then I realized, I was about to get the most erotic examination of my life. He started with a thermometer. Instead of my mouth, he put it in my wet pussy. He held it there, while slowly playing with my pubic hair. He played it straight, while he was getting me really hot in the process. After my temperature was taken, he next proceeded to give me a breast. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "There, there, now. With God's help, we'll make it all better."I couldn't tell him, but I thought he was making it worse, the way he was stroking my back and pressing me against him. I'd gotten so frustrated and horny over the last three months that I even began to imagine a pressure against my thigh coming from under his cassock. I prayed he couldn't feel how my nipples were hardening against his chest. I was making quite a scene. It was a good.